Breaking Ties — Poetry
Blood Relatives
Sometimes, I need a break A break from the communication That sometimes feels like a dark and dreary lake I just can’t take all the drama And constantly having to question your motives: mama I’m an outsider on the inside I can’t tell if they love me, or if it’s all lies That’s why I had to get away So, I could fend for myself And go a different way I’m doing better Much better if you compare yesterday to today But I’m left without you all And sometimes that doesn’t feel okay
