genetic ties, untied
it's been a rough week iced with a rough day.
suddenly, my dad shows up and forces me, without warning or justification, into the back seat of his simily for a parol car. long silence. i always try to stay quiet, lest things get any worse then they are, as they do.
sitting still, pillaged by offensive, arrogant, false-truths and strait lies ordered from the one i thought knew me the most, i had a choice. i chose poorly. i hated it. i really tried to hold it in and focus on something else. like always. nothing loses control if i look away, nod, and shut the fuck up. i felt horrible, but only because i was trying to hurt him back. but i wasn't trying. i just was. appearently, i'll understand someday. i look foward to that. but until then, it's understandably hard to "fix my priorities."
and a half an hour later, the only family i had left was gone, and now im alone again. like the last sixteen years.
suddenly, my dad shows up and forces me, without warning or justification, into the back seat of his simily for a parol car. long silence. i always try to stay quiet, lest things get any worse then they are, as they do.
sitting still, pillaged by offensive, arrogant, false-truths and strait lies ordered from the one i thought knew me the most, i had a choice. i chose poorly. i hated it. i really tried to hold it in and focus on something else. like always. nothing loses control if i look away, nod, and shut the fuck up. i felt horrible, but only because i was trying to hurt him back. but i wasn't trying. i just was. appearently, i'll understand someday. i look foward to that. but until then, it's understandably hard to "fix my priorities."
and a half an hour later, the only family i had left was gone, and now im alone again. like the last sixteen years.