What if I was happy from the start?
what if my parents bond was stronger than the freedom of divorce?
what if kisses bruised my face in exchange for those brutal hands?
what if my dad held me in his arms a little longer?

Maybe I would have never alluded to the conclusion that a broken family is a healthy family.
maybe I would have learned that self hate is a vile disease, deteriorating from the inside out.
maybe I would have never searched for sanction in lustful boys whom fed into my daddy issues.

Maybe I'd be sane, clear of mental illness-
Or in expense for my self destruction I'd find content in a solitude of isolation-

What if I was happy from the start, will there ever be such a possibility?