all this talk
all this denying
all the defense with no real pretense
i leave you for a while
then i come around to see
if any of the mistakes have taken a toll
you know us
you know this
you know how it will end
but you don't want to share the plot
of why.
you keep us at bay
you force us to play this guessing game
for no reason
other than because you get something from the supposed point your making
we've all taken a turn
we've called
we've listened
to this reality based on some distorted point of view
that you have subscribed to for several decades
you hold
and you hold
on to the things that no one remembers
you hear things
and you make them up
just to paint the picture
sightless
and out of touch
you behold
this forceful
state of existence
to pass the time
we watch
and we wonder
just what you are doing behind those walls
it feels
and it feels more like
a barricade you hide behind
we force our hand
and we force our emotion
to go noticed
but you have forced
each and everyone one
past the point
of half blind
what do i say
what do i say
to all that is
here in the proverbial daughters lap
you have helped me
with complete disregard
to swallow these mistakes that you have made
and continue to hold yourself to
and sit and witness
these mistakes
turn you
turn you
away
and it starts to feel like a barricade.
this is your last rhetorical degradation
you are not going to give up completely
until you feel we've been punished enough
for the years of isolation you feel you've been subjected to in our name
listen to this mother
listen to this
what you fight never had a face
she never had a name
he never said 'i do'
and these children don't exist
there are no more tears
these are the mistakes we hold
the politics of family never was as sightless
all it took was the will to abstain
from blame..
you know us
you know us
and now you keep us away...
