you show up empty handed
you only know how to take
a neverending sense of entitlement
you're both such wastes
it's come down to the lowest of words
you are both a disgrace
this little boy
who is nothing but pure
he deserves uncles who aren't a blur
no more will i be this sister
who always saves face
the one who does all kinds of nice
for a moment in time i use to replace
the lack of family i live with every other day
for years i've used the excuse
'deep down they have big hearts'
'underneath all of this i know who they truly are'
'if mom didn't die i know what they'd have become'
the end.
no more overlooking
there is no other side to my face
you are who you've become
the brothers i grew up with are long gone
bathe a little longer in your own pity
sulk some more in your misplaced grief
and while you're both at it
pop a few more methadones for me
this isn't how you two were supposed to turn out
but my hands are wiped clean
my heart forever heavy
i have a prescription of my own
and it reads:
keep your son away
as far as you can
and maybe for that in the very least
he can grow up to be something neither of you are
he can grow up to be a real man.