#chasing a high

you came back in a fit,  and called us little shits. 

what a hypocrite.  what an idiot. 

i try to pretend that our life is just a skit,  and that we are close-knit. 

but mothers don’t gaslit their own children into a dark pit. 

mothers don’t leave for a git,  only to come back in a short bit. 

was it worth it? because you really just went for the size of it.

you made us flit, from place to place all for a hit. 

now i’m forced to sit as they try to piece this all, bit by bit. 

and place us into a home for misfits, because you failed to fight it. 

i fight the urge to lose it, but you’re really just not worth it.