Author: Stephanie Neese
TW: Parental Disappointment
I’ll tend to my garden and ponder, This mad world that roots in your brain, The soil of my skull rich with nutrients, A migraine untreated, Teeth grinding in fear, No ones cares so why should I? I’ll tend to my garden and ponder, How little sanity is left in a world, Run by greedy sociopaths that, Bought into the system with money We couldn’t ever dream of having But don’t say poor little one, We are rich in family so eat another potato And be grateful your grandmother still visits Even though you are our greatest disappointment Our little genius, Our little freak. We secretly hate you, pumpkin. We will carve you in our image but You will never be what we could have been With parents like yours. Spoiled American Brat Worst moment of my life The vines grow out of my ears A jack-o-lantern smile lights up as I tend To the roots in my garden, And ponder.
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