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They Call This Family
Some are judgmental and intolerant
I protect my peace
At all costs
And that has cost me
Relationships with human
Beings
In which their
Being
Was too much
For me to handle
I pushed them out
And
Let myself feel what it means
To be alone
I spent nights in tears
And some nights in comfort
Over the years
That have passed
And the people who have passed
With them
I stay guarded
Although I know they can not
Get to me now
But I have a vivid imagination
Which
Tricks me into believing
I’m not safe
They call me names behind my
Back
And I do the same
We hold our injustices
Close
Like our
Babies