so,
tell me about it.
tell me what makes your heart aches, mom.
is it dad’s word?
is it her behaviour?
is it his face when you are around?
is it her lies?
is it his stubbornness?
or is it me?
is it me, mom?
did you mean it when you said you wanted me out of this house?
did you mean it when you said i was ugly and stupid?
did you mean it when you said i was useless?
or that one time when you wished we never existed,
did you mean it, mom?
did you mean it?
did you ever just,
wish we weren’t here?
if so,
then tell me mom,
what makes you heart so happy, it speaks in languages you can’t understand?
tell me what makes you smile for eternity.
tell me what makes you dance like no one’s watching.
tell me what makes you happy, mom.
tell me, mom.
tell me!
i promise I’ll make it happen.
even if it means i have to be 6 foot under.