i remember being 13 and listening to dollhouse by melanie martinez
and thinking
what a sad life
now i at 18 hear it differently
"hey girl look at my mom
she's got it going on
ha you're blinded by her jewelry
when you turn your back she pulls out a flask
and forgets his infidelity"
it's still a sad life
but it's my life
my family is full of pretenders
"picture picture smile for the picture
pose with your brother won't you be a good sister"
sure i'll be the best sister
the best daughter of a scum and an ignorant
let's forget
let's pretend
that we're perfect
YOU ARE READING
Late in the A.M. poems
PoetryI guess these are just a set of poems I've written/will continue to write from the hours of 12 pm to 3 am because that's when my brain works :)