A Barrier Meant To Be Broken

Punk

I've had it with you and your inconsideration

What good are you to me?

I live better depending on the people around me

I strive without you

It wasn't you who helped me learn the languages of this country

You haven't touched the groceries

You only started to do chores because I made you.

Ungrateful punk

Good thing my job isn't to take you to my homeland with me

Because you wouldn't last in the life I live

I shouldn't be bickering but I have that bitter taste in my mouth

A taste that reminds me of the struggles I went through as a teen.

The struggles I was put through because my mother chose you.

I know not to take it out on you.

Which is why I write these words

I wont speak them to you.

Instead, I'll leave them here, to rot.

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2.4.19

Post 31 of 2019