Bastard Child

People that don’t make sense can never be happy
Because they are exactly what they fear to be:
Nonexistent.

I don’t micromanage you
And I expect vice-versa—
Leave your troubles out in the open or
Get over it.
Don’t expect me to
Read through fronts
When you tell me everything is fine
And you act sane.

You think you’re dropping me
But I’m dropping you. You
Need to learn confidence
In the same way I need to learn peace.
You are always a mistake
And always will be.

Maybe try harder next time
Because diplomas in 7th grade get you nowhere.

Bastard Child

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