Push onward or give up?

Keep going, keep giving it

My all?

How is it that I’m the one

That’s in the wrong when

I have done nothing _wrong_

At all? — you must crave our

Fall.

I remember your voice, as loud

As thunder,

The prideful way you carried

Yourself, and how you abused

Mother,

Your ways of discipline, so cruel

So painful,

You never gave a damn about

Being gentle, although you

Very well could have and should

Have,

Look at yourself, now — so pitiful,

Blaming your problems on others,

Now your presence is no more,

And whose fault is that?

Not ours, that’s for sure.

The absence of your tone, your

Abusiveness, your narcissism,

All of us, it has taken its own,

Individual tull,

But ever since you left, I’ll admit,

We have risen.

I use to think, partially, your anger

Was my doing,

I use to feel I had to fix the fighting,

I thought that me being quiet, was me

Quitting.

Now that I am older, wiser, and have

Lived through your wrath,

I understand that your problems were

Yours alone,

Although we still love you, as blood and

Family binds us all, we do not want you

Back,

In a rather horrid way, you have made Yourself known.

We are done with you,

Too many chances we have given,

Here is the truth:

We could not be happier now that

Your presence is ridden.