The relative


The relative

I never understood you as a person

your twisted personality is

always taking sharp turns

into dark corners

never leaving your place

like a mole deep in a tunnel

you stay there and taunt me

from a distance

when there is a moment

of peace

you decide to lie to me

telling me about the things

you supposedly said

I sometimes daydream

about what life would be

like if you were replaced

But that moment is short lived

Like a slap in the face

I come back to reality

Wishing for someone different

but always knowing that I am stuck

with you.

Like fingers glued together

I try to painfully tear them apart.

but I am too weak for its strength.

Mia-Tatyana Hendricks


This poem is about: 
My family
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