Dad

my temper is something I cannot hide 

my mom said i get it from my dad so i don't wear it with pride 

See, say something stupid like cut my wrist or my thighs

But i will tear you down so much you won't be able to look me in the eyes 

When i'm at home my brother sits and treis 

oh so, hard to get the reactions I despise 

People try so hard with their meaning ful lies 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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