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No thoughts about you
My life is picking up momentum
And yeah, I wanted to share it with them
Thoughts of sending an email
But now, I’d rather just leave them guessin’
What I am thinking,
course it’ll happen again.
Music pumping, speakers thumpin,
Screaming out the lyrics because I can relate
You love ‘em because you’re supposed to.
When what you really feel is hate.
Either I walk away
or accept this fucked fate.
Can’t be different than who I am
This desire to please them is wearing thin
Years accepting all the blame
till I had enough
and stopped playing their warped game.
Three years went by,
my child growing and
why not try,
just one more time.
Interactions are fine until they’re not
Backhanded compliments I simply shrug off.
they’re still the same.
A power struggle under the surface
They pushed and pulled
Revealing the worse in themselves.
And I’m not sticking around to see how it plays out.
The pain I feel is an internal shout.
A piercing pain through my heart,
whether they’re in my life or not.
Forever grieving the parents I never got.
By Mara McWilliams