john's pov
CONFUSION
The affairs were more frequent now,
five to six times a week.
She's begun to loose herself in liquor,
I beg her to
Confide in me,
Whisper her troubles
Into the holiness of my sacred ears...
But she just disregards my comments
with looks of
hatred an disgust.
I know I should leave before
I get hurt,
But where would I go?
My parents will shun me for dishonoring their name,
I have no friends,
No close relatives,
No one.
I am John,
I am pretty,
I am vibrant,
I am alone.