my father never talked a lot
he just took a walk around the block
until all his anger took a hold of him
and then he’d hit my brother adam.
he deserved it.
my mother never cried a lot
she threw punches, but she “never fought”
she said, “i am the victim”
so she hit him.
my mom brutally hurts my dad
and claims the victim.
and gets mad at me off.
until she said, “i’m leaving & i’ll take the kids”
so she did.
she threw a fork at my dad’s face
so i save him.
but my grandma on my dad’s side
saved me
that’s why we sharpe.
i screamed “you’re just the ones who gave me life!”
But I truly am my dad’s child.
it’s scattered across my family line
i’m so good at telling lies
that came from my mother’s reject side.
i simulated a million to survive.
now save me.
THANK FUCKING GOD I have my father’s eyes–
But my sister’s when I cry
they are just blind Gomorrah’s eyes.
I can run, but I can’t hide.
From my family line.
It’s hard to put it into words
wow, the holidays will always hurt
i watch regular fathers with their little girls
and wonder what I did to deserve this
how could you fuck a little kid?
i can’t forget, I can’t forgive you-
emma wallsack.
for making our dads
do things rotten.
computers aren’t just for the internet.
now I’m scared that everyone
will chase me.
because my mother only knows how to stab me
while she runs faster than anyone.
I’M RUNNING SCARED.
now, i’m scattered across my family line
i’m not good at telling lies
but they make me.
i belong to simulators
can’t you say they imitate her?
now they hate her?
fuck off the simulators
that i was born to.
my dad was good at telling lies
(exaggeration)
now he’s born to sympathize
but i don’t hate him?
i’m just Alyssa.
but that scar underneath my eyebrow
is a cigarette burn.
from a bitch
known as my caregiver.
who pretends she’s a homemaker.
