7:11


insight eightyeight
the issue - a poem
its not me, you or the rest
nor is it school, work or no sleep
its not the threats to hit, break
my outsides and in.

its not the push for independence
or everyday 'sort yourself out' s
the anger in your eyes, though you
say its your fault, like he did

its certainly not the father problems
or mother ones alike, or
the names, self-centred worries
that clearly are just about you

its never the whispers behind
closed doors, screams with slammed
doors, not the one-off comments or the
pain in my chest, my head from you...

its just me. the issue is me.

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