First it was me.
Then it was you.
One by one, we just broke down.
Saturday, then Sunday.
One day after the next,
over and over.
Falling to their disrespect.
Falling under every teenage label.
One, a drama queen.
The other money hungry.
Only so many names a family can give you.
If you can really even call them family again. . .
Too old to want to keep caring,
too young to need to care.
But yet, here we are.
Stuck in a shitty cycle of disrespect, sadness, emotions, love, acceptance, and family.
Will it ever go away?
Will there ever really be "fun" in dysfunctional?
Because that's sure as hell what we are.
But even still, I love you, you love me, and we still have each other.
Against all odds.
I'll stay with you and by you.
Even if no one else does. . .
<3
Sorry for the feels. None of this probably made sense, and no one's probably gonna get what this is about lmao. But that's ok, and so am I and my family members. It's just kinda hard sometimes. No one likes seeing people cry, or crying in general. And crying sucks, but it helps. Stay lovely everyone <3
**Btw the song has nothing to do with the poem, but I really like it so enjoy!
YOU ARE READING
Vents
PoetryPoetry by me. It's probably no good, but I mean, maybe some of you can relate?? Idk. Some of it's gonna be sad, but don't worry about me.
