(Tw: trauma?? Abuse ish) angry rant poem.
You get mad when I protect my mother
You ask me angrily why
I’m so close to snapping at you
When you disrespect her when it’s not even her at fault
There’s a reason you’re all alone.
So here dad,
Here’s why.
I remember the day you threw that mug.
My mom says it was at her and not me.
I remember the days you would yell at her
Because she had a diff...