I didn’t realise all my roots were in a family that would turn me out on a dime.
I didn’t realise that I was putting so much of me into them until they were gone and I never found me.
Such that twenty years had no meaning.
Such that all my life had no meaning.
Such that every word they said had no meaning.
Erased in a turn orchestrated so well.
So many stories about me where I have no part.
Just a puppet to make the world turn the direction they wanted.
Nothing I did ever mattered.
It just adds on to the pile of pain and love that I never did right.
Can’t someone show me how to do it right?
Please?
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