Their decisions..
Some bad, others.. understood.
Though, I'd never trace their foot-
Steps, never follow suit.
You. You see the poised being
They've trained me to be.
Etched into my brain safe,
Precautionary lies. Hypocrites.
They've done me no favors.
Maybe if she had cast away
That protective shadow... maybe?
Or maybe if he... maybe?
Maybe, who knows?
Instead I rebel.
But not in the typical sense.
I hide.
I hide behind a 5 lined, 4 spaced staff.
This staff is a haven for thoughts
Too vivid to be thought aloud.
Maybe if he cared less of family image... maybe?
Or maybe if she... maybe?
Maybe, who knows?
