Growing up, did you know the difference?
Growing up, did you know the forest was coniferous?
No matter where you turned
with toxic conditions you would get burned?
Growing up, what did you know about mental illness?
What did you know about all the sickness?
This person was an eccentric, maybe.
These people you saw daily.
This person was mean.
Plain and simple. Sure was seen.
This person was melancholy.
Not a folly.
The family drunk.
Accept this was who they were. Don’t get caught up in their funk.
Yes, there was a pot head or two.
We all knew.
This was normal.
We were not formal.
One big pot of dysfunctional stew.
I had no idea what was in the brew.
Paranoid schizophrenia, diagnosed.
What others have gone under the scope?
Late in life it was made official.
For years, I struggled with this missile.
How do you know?
All this was normal behavior. These seeds I did not sow.
Was this in my future?
I didn’t see the humor.
Is this what I have to look forward to?
Was this my just due?
In my head, I tried so hard to understand.
But our relationship was worse than quicksand.
Finally, it became too much.
What can I say? No such!
I pray for you.
This situation makes me blue.
But your emotional needles, I can not endure.
This holds no allure.
Damned if I do. Dammed if I don’t.
Down with you, I will not be sunk.
I have my issues. This is a fact.
All your luggage, I can not pack.
I may be seen as a horrible person. Uncaring.
With this I am not swearing.
Your needles and your sap are too much.
You will not use me as your crutch.
I will not be crushed under the weight of your denial.
This is not my trial.
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