Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Parental guidance suggested but not necessarily used

Every word falling from their
Course, dry, in-need-of-chapstick
Lips was laced with venom
And set out to infect me and hurt me
And maim me psychologically
And who would have thought
Parents to be so cold and misguided
Who would have thought them to
Be so small and mindless and I
Know I never saw them as
Large and powerful entities
When I was young and in
Need of some kind of direction.
When it comes to me,
Your attention span's shorten
And your willingness to parent
Me deflated and I was
Left holding my breath.
As my face turned lifeless,
Your eyes were looking elsewhere
But not in my direction and
I looked for a release in my
Top desk drawer.
All I found was some paper,
A pen and a lone razorblade,
So I made my own release.

December 17, 2007

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