Trying to pick up the pieces of a broken family,
While hoping to ignore my world crumbling at my feet.
Attempt to fix his pain too, sow him up but I tend to leave scars.
Dad shouldn't handle the weight of the world.
Lift some off the best way I know how.
Looks like I'm a little too late.
The closest can't seem to do anything right.
Her mom's watchful eyes remind her of her inadequacies.
The others invested in dreams falling short of hopes.
Success comes at the high price of peace at home.
She thinks her word don't hit the little one much.
Turns out little one's spirit is crushed each time.
That's the reason for her damaging disrespect.
Her, the one that throws her mouth,
Unpredictably wonders if it's worth the fight to stay.
She hasn't been happy for months.
Where do I stand?
I am smack in the middle of ww3,
the existence of my life as it stands.
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