9-11-15
Mama's in the kitchen,
Drinking away.
I swear to God,
She's oblivious to my pain.
Dad's off alone,
Miles away.
Perhaps I'll be like him
Someday.
Mama's smoking cigarettes
And I can't forget
The day I lost it all.
I figured Dad would've kept
His mouth shut,
But not quite indifferent to all that's unjust.
But he let me take the fall.
- (m.m)

Once again, I'm honest.