Ripping Off the Band-Aid

First off, I never asked to be your kid, though I will take responsibility for all the rotten shit I did.

But I think it’s high time you take some responsibility too. I tried my damnedest to be better: I never wanted to be you!

But while you were supposed to be “raising” me, you were always cutting me down- just because you had a bad day & didn’t want me around.

And speaking of around- it seemed like you were never there. And whenever you were there, it seemed like you never cared.

Alone & scared, I was on my own- in a grownup’s world, but wasn’t grown.

All you taught me was wrong- that’s why we never got along.

Cuz when I tried, you couldn’t see it; and what we needed, you wouldn’t be it.

Personally, I think we all got cheated: what good’s a leader who’s defeated?

But I won’t talk about the beatings you watched him give but wouldn’t leave him.

Cuz I know he beat you too- I remember that time I was trying to save you.

He had you down & was choking you out- I never really knew what that fight was about.

I just remember screaming “STOP!” & trying to push him down. I can hear you gagging- I still remember the sound.

I got a knife from the kitchen- only not the right one. I wanted to kill him- I just wanted him gone.

But seeing as how I was only like a couple years old, I grabbed the first knife I could reach- the only one I could hold.

I poked him with it just like I’d seen someone do on TV. It didn’t cut him, but at least it diverted his anger towards me.

I’m not really sure exactly how the rest of it played out- I think maybe he started in on me, and my brain just blocked it out.

Anyway it doesn’t matter- the point’s already clear to see: been saving you since I was two. You never even tried to save me.

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