His Wife

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68107
United States
41° 12' 44.3412" N, 95° 57' 24.57" W

Rusty old gate,nails on a chalkboard sounds like hate.
Lightning strikes? Yikes!
Are those rollercoaster’s or motor bikes?
This hell of an Adventure Park is my home.
Don’t look at my mom she’ll turn you to stone.
She’ll starve you to bones or trade you for a couple of money loans.
I strive to know why? Why not support me now so I can support you when you can’t walk.
How am I going to do that if we don’t even talk?
There you go again misinterpreting, no I don’t mean cash I mean being there.
If it weren’t forced I know you wouldn’t care.
To others this house is stable through my eyes it burns in flames.
To Satan’s home with all the mental games!
I try and it shows, I get mad and it blows.
My dear strict parents, just as every human being I have my own weight to carry.
Reasonable it would be if I were a whore, Observing men as if they were cash at every convenient store.
But NO!
Society is my enemy but listen mom I am ambitious,
I crave success, can almost taste it, so delicious.
That green leaf, I smoked it but I didn’t smoke me.
Accomplishments? I have plenty for the age of seventeen but that’s what you refuse to see.
My good deeds overcome my bad, but you hold grudges like a sinner.
Now it makes three, mom you actually believed going to church every Sunday would set you free?
Step Father,
When you served time I prayed for you every day and every night.
Why are you against me? Who helped maintain this home when you were gone?
Mother far from strong barely could manage but never did I take advantage.
Anxiously waiting for your arrival, never did it cross my heart you’d become my rival.
It is what it is.
No love, No hug, no kiss.
It’s cool coming eighteen myself I’ll dismiss.
Never did I want to blackmail,
But living in a hell you slowly but surely stop to care.
Mother I understand it isn’t fair but are you?
Done messed up with the first two, no biggie?
WRONG! You’re the reason I’m not so strong.
You smile at my dreams but as I exit you spit on them.
Thanks to him.
You probably were my mother in another life,
But in this one you are his wife.

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