how come,

father,

i’m walking down

this road alone?

how come i

pass each blade

of grass in

the sidewalk

and compare them

to myself?

utterly

alone.

see, if

only i’d known

you’d betray

me, then

maybe i

wouldn’t have to run,

doesn’t that

sound nice?

that i had

thought you’d

always be on

my side,

on this side

of the line

because now

i’m trying my

very hardest

to leave you

in a corner

of this

brain of

mine

because

getting it

together isn’t

in the cards

for my future.

yea im a

hot mess but

i’m not holding

you “hostage”

not at all!

i didn’t ask

for you to

take me

downstairs so

i’d stop

crying,

and how’d that

work out?

because it didn’t

from what

i could tell

because you

didn’t let me

leave so

i sobbed harder,

didn’t i?

and i wanted

out and you

didn’t leave me

be did you?

maybe,

father,

you’ve learned?

or maybe,

father,

you haven’t