it is a given

a heritage not wanted

having seen it all those years

the bickering

the picking

the turmoil

it was something I saw day after day

 

do what I say or you will be miserable

the abuse went on

I tried not to see but it was there

 

then I went to find what I thought was freedom

only to find I had picked the same

 

the same picking, bickering, arguing

I could not escape

 

a heritage I did not want

yet I did get

my weakness had chosen the same

 

never again

the heritage

I forsake forever gladly