I'm old and ugly...or so my loving family has told me. Cried in the car for two hours until I couldn't breathe. Sometimes I wish I'd never left. Sometimes, I don't see why I ever go back. Maybe this is all my fault like she says. Maybe I abandoned everyone and this is the monster I made.
Then I wonder...I always thought my family would be so happy without me. I was right. They all seem great not that I'm not around. Maybe everyone would be better off without me. The scarier thought is that maybe Mikey is just the lesser of two bad options. My family life was bad, but this isn't much better. When you're moved from a small prison cell to a medium prison cell, you have to face the fact that you are still in prison.
I'm in solitary.
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