Did you?

“It makes me sad that
you can’t see that this will
all be okay. That you are
beautiful.”

I can’t see it because it isn’t true.
You stand here in my room
screaming at me telling
me that all of my money
for school, all of the scholarships
I worked my a*s off for,
well they’re gone.
You say this without reason.
Just come in here and say
you snooped through my mail
and found out that I
didn’t get FAPSA, that
all of the other ones just
aren’t there.
And you scream this. You
yell, and...

I yell back. My throat is horse now.
My ears pounding.
I am angry. I am on the
verge of just... giving in.
I just. I don’t care
anymore. I am all set...
I’ll just hop on a train to any
where but here.

Did you go to college?
Did you ever graduate?
I am not f*****g up half
as bad. No drugs for me.
No kids too soon. I can
at least hold my own right now.
I know you never got as far
as me. And that’s why you’re mad.
I am your tester. I am your
surrogate liver.
But here’s the thing.
This just might be it.
This just might be enough to send
me over the edge and into oblivion.

I am ready to forget everything and
just get the hell outta dodge.
Anyone coming with me?
 

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[Hunter Zabbai]

I understand your frustration, and discontent for the dissonance.

Paralyzing flashbacks come back to me.

Not in the same mannerism.

But, relative, the same in retrospect, but different in time, location, and people.