I always thought my life lacked consistency,
I guess it was hard to compare it to the inevitabilities,
Of every day when she picked up the bottle
In another attempt to drown out her tomorrows.
Which was very similar to the way
He would come back but would never stay.
All smiles for show
And gone the same day.
I don't think they realise the patterns they weave
That messed up our lives and haunt us when we sleep.
Now those inevitabilities passed onto us,
We got stuck with your same bad luck.
I don't even think you know what you did..
You've gone and messed up every one of your kids.
One has bipolar- stuck riding her highs and lows,
Another has depression consuming her from her head to her toes.
The middle child does drugs to help her escape,
While lighting her cigarettes and passing the vape.
The eldest can't be touched and has OCD,
And the youngest is riddled with anxiety,
Just like me.-b.
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