My family oft confuses money with success,
glutting themselves on the hope that money
will turn to power, turn to happiness. Turn to
avarice. Turn to vacuous-ness.
I thank you constantly for the pain you’ve afforded me.
My family oft confuses socialization with
joy; with filling the emptiness within them.
And it is a message constantly drilled into
me. After all, “you’re only as good as your
It has aided me well.
My family oft confuses disability with anger
for I cannot emote as they do. Because smiles
and frowns have forsaken me and now I am blank,
as closed off and shuttered as your hearts do
It has illuminated the path through the darkness.
My family oft confuses shackles with
freedom, never understanding what it is
that so binds them. They welcome the
water that drowns them, too blind to see
the key they need is right before them.
For pain becomes the purest of powers, and I am finally free.