I'd seen the good in my mother for a change
and the way she looked at my little sister
she was madly mesmerized by
the things her little fingers could do
I on the other hand could do no good
and as the black sheep would
I ran the fuck out
with out thinking
about how much struggling was to come
I remembered my father as the good guy
but when I asked for help
he renounced his place in my life
and I
cried for bit
but I was raised to let things go
that is if
they weren't necessary
things are only necessary if you let them be
and I don't need anything that
doesn't need me
