Please don't put this on me
And stop your lecturing
You want me to fix it myself
Put in some effort of my own
But it's hard to succeed
When you never taught me

My eyes actually hurt
From the tears
That soak my failure
You gave up on me
But something in me lives
Strong enough to ignore

I know your angry
But you can't stand to
Blame yourself for the wrong
So I'll take it on
Bear this burden for you
Just another fault of mine

So while your drowning
In your whiskey illusions
Your troubles will remain
Stop fixing your problems
By putting me in therapy

So they can tell me
That your a bad dad
And that she's a bad mother
And that she's a bad sister
And he's a bad grandfather
So what does that make me?




*this poem is... what it is. I guess. *








 
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