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Forgive

forget

grow up

get over it!

Really?

Is this what

you expect

from me?

Remember

I am defective

and you are

a bully

and a thief

my dear mother.


Yes, You have

manipulated

every situation

in my life

to make yourself

look good

at my expense.


What mother does that?


And now that

you are old

and feeble,

I watch you

trapped inside

yourself,

sitting just

on the outside,

looking in at yet

another generation

who thrives in

spite of you.


Trying to find your voice,

and your peace,

the silence, painfully

shrill I'm sure as you try

to reconcile the

girl you never taught

to smile staring back

at you.


The same one you

hoped would

simply take

a flying leap,

disappear from

the equation

as if I never existed

in the first place.


And I feel nothing but pity

for you with your camera

trying to capture

perfection in

the fractures

that you created

and I find it sickening.

Iím sorry.


And I wonder,

how it must

feel that despite

your best fight

that I have taken

my rightful place

as the true alpha

of my beloved family

and you have finally been

relegated to the backseat.

cvdeese
May 10, 2016




By The Realist

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