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For My Parents in The New Year

sandraleemonday777Jan 1, 2020, 1:04:19 PM
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January 1 2020

By, Sandra Monday

Mom all you cared about was booze and pot,

so you didn't care alot

Dad you hid in your shop growing closer to machines than me.

the house was filthy and falling apart

I raised myself alone, washed the dishes for you when I came home.

and for my efforts you ignored and beat me

no siblings to play with

and friendless in school

All I had were books, from popular kids came dirty looks

I learned to live in my head; my wild imagination became my psychological simulation.

I went to theatre university and became an expert at pretend

met

people who I thought were my friends,

backstabbing losers

traveled to Europe

acted, modeled, tried to kill myself

but God wouldn't let me die

so many boys would lie

and here it is 2020

and I woke up this morning

thinking it's a miracle I am still alive.