Silver Screen Lining
Dad had a lot of anger issues In fairness, for really good reasons Mom was always in need of tissues No matter the actual season Dad apparently got tired of hearing How she felt depressed and alone So he fled and mom was left tearing Then eventually went off in her zone (Dad paid child support and was around on his own accord. Makes everything better. I was lucky?) Mom wasn't mentally there Drinking away her cares Missing the signs of troubled times "How was your day Roman?" Fine. Visit dad, reminded of bad I did wrong, punishments had More work to be done, love you son Scheduled in time or have none (Every other weekend meeting up so we could see him and be loved on so abruptly.) Had to watch younger brother If he got in trouble I had double He liked to mess with others Bursting my bubble with well-aimed rubble To fight back was to incite flames Framed as culprit for starting all I am older, and should know better, right? Trained to take shit and always feel small (Abuse taught me I am worthless, insignificant, and thought I had to be some form of ugly) Remember a moment where I was accused Of sneaking out, told pops his girlfriend was wrong Was forced against a wall, his hands like a noose In my own home felt as if I didn't belong Didn't know it then but the abuse gave me the shoes To tread through blues and get along Made me strong, to never settle with excuses They're stupid. And now in music, I use it in song (The bad yesteryears may fester tears and cause pestering fears, but it made me lovely)