My dad already thinks I'm destroying my life, but he doesn't know much about me. I think if he were to break down the walls I've built to keep him away from knowing me, he'd realize I'm such a stranger. If he were to look at my life, if her were to see the things he doesn't know, he'd see sides of me he never knew existed. He'd see nights where I snuck out and took the car, he'd see parties I've thrown while he was out of town, alcohol bottles, and untrustworthy people. He'd see lighters, hidden progress reports, money stolen from his wallet, receipts for expensive things, and pointless things. Days spent at home instead of school. He'd see me talking on the phone all night and falling asleep two hours before I had to wake up for school. He'd see me stealing my phone back when he takes it away, and a car full of people that aren't allowed to drive with me for another five months. And if he saw all that.. If he knew that side of me.. I don't think he'd want to call me his son. When he already has a hard time trusting me or putting faith into me at all.
If he knew that I'm struggling, he'd have a hard time accepting it.
I tell him what he wants to hear. And hardly let him get close to me at all. But when it comes to my mom.. She knows it all. She knows all of that about me. And I'm tired of making her worried sick about me. Because she's hundreds of miles away. And yes mom, dad threw me up against the wall. And we yelled words full of hate towards each other. But I promise we're going to be fine. I'm going to be fine.
"Mother Mother, how's the family? I'm just calling to say hello.
How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens no.
Mother mother, are you listening? Just a phone call to ease your mind.
Life is perfect. Never better. Distance making the heart grow blind.
If I tell you what you want to hear, will it help you to sleep well at night?
Are you sure that Im your perfect dear? Now just cuddle up, and sleep tight.
I'm hungry, I'm freezing, I'm losing my mind. Everything's fine."
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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