This is a poem about the night my parents caught me tripping and how i felt. |
Father, after being discovered, I felt so bitter, One bad trip I wish not to remember, and I could not shake this oncoming disaster - A catastrophe of brain-dead molecular breakdown. I didn’t know if I was coming or going - It was not me, you see, how do I explain? The look you gave me that night I told you I felt so alone seemed as though your heart was breaking and I was watching - the only time that I really looked into your eyes. I asked you please, and you laid beside me until I slept. Your ears would fill with tears and laughter as I spilled my heart out to you – Nothing I would ever do if I were in reality. It’s rather sad when a daughter is told when she screwed up and sorry I’m not welcome here anymore - her excellency made that clear the night she almost kicked me out – but you let me stay. It wasn’t me, please believe me, it was the drugs, and it wasn’t until you looked at me that a part of my heart fell to the floor and rebellion quickly halted for visions of what I should have been. Maybe you wish too hard on some dream that is too far away for me to ever capture for you – I cannot do the things you want me to – And, I never thought I’d want to die until I saw myself in your eyes that night. |