Poem -

Soaking Wet

Pattern Stops Here

Soaking Wet

You taught me how to cry,
you taught me how to scream.

You taught me how to fear,
you taught me how to hide.

You taught me how to spit,
you taught me how to hit.

VIOLENCE.

You taught me how to need,
you taught me how to bleed.

I was just a child,
I was just a sponge.

I learned every lesson,
I earned every flaw.

I absorbed every ounce you had to offer,
I absorbed every ounce of pain.

BOTTLED UP.

I realized I had to hide the terror,
I realized I had to hide the rage.

FAR TO LATE, DECADES.

Your pieces you shared will always remain.

MONSTER.

Your pieces I resemble will always cause strain.

TRUTH.

I cannot focus on myself, until I focused on 

US.

You raised me to be a lie, you painted me in the grays

I.

I have rung myself out for decades

TIRED HATE.

I still am

DRENCHED.

Titles you no longer can wear, nor deserved to be called,

PARENTS,MOM,DAD,

Neither of you exist amidst my world

SAFE

My family won’t feel one fucking drop of your pain

CHOICE

Your pain will forever stay and remain in my head

CAGED

I rather drown internally in inherited flaws than let one drop fall 

CONTAINED.

The pattern stops here

GONE

 

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