The Black Sheep
My mama decides to only have two kids the oldest being very fucked up, leaving the youngest to always be someone savior. I’m not trying to save nobody. I barely can keep myself from drowning and you want me to share my life saver with a 200lb man that has 38,000lb worth of problems.
No one seems to ask me how I feel, and even when they do they not asking to understand just to make it seem like they care to hear. I want my side to be understood. I want everyone to understand why I’ve shut down, why I don’t just jump back to being okay.
I’m tired of folks putting him first, his feelings, his thoughts, his rage! But my feelings are selfish. My thoughts are inconsiderate. My rage is uncalled for.
Little by little I feel myself pulling away. Becoming less acquainted with the only folks I’ve ever been familiar with.
But I’m definitely ready to become The Black Sheep of the family.
