casualties

you said you changed,

"i am different,",

you said this after coming home from jail,

I,

only three,

felt deep hatred for the first time,

i was lied to,

by the one person i trusted most,

you snuck out a window,

got high,

then drunk,

then you wrecked a car with your friends,

no casualties

except the one of a three year olds heart.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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