The Prodigal

Okay: first thing I've posted. This I wrote a while ago and I really hate the beginning. But just let me know what you think.


The Prodigal
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In the heat of the moment
This dysfunctional family
Frustrated and embarrassed
I don’t belong here
I’m in the wrong life
This is not me
I hate you
I scream
And you hate me too
For being so difficult and weird
I have to escape
So run trough the streets
I abandoned and disowned myself
Because I don’t belong
So I’ll run until I find that place
I’ll run until dawn
One detail I have overlooked
Is that the only people who will love you like family
Unconditionally
Is your family
It may not seem so
Distorted trough a lens
I remembered how I must have hurt them
With all those untrue words
Tears of guilt and love blurred my vision
As I finally realized that the only place I belonged
Was in my messed up family
When I was tired and hurt
They had bandaged up my wounds
When the monsters under my bed came to get me
They weren’t angry when I wonk them up
They said if you stay in my room
You will be all right
And weary and cold as I was
They’d love me still
Even though I’d hurt them
And caused them all those tears
So I suddenly was tired
And I dragged my feet back home
When coming round the corner
A truck driver on the phone
In my last moment I remembered
That the words I’d never tell
Were the words I needed to hear myself say
Most of all
I’ll never bandage the hurt I’ve caused
And forever my last words
I cringe at the memory
Will be remembered most of all
I never got the chance to say
That I finally realized
You are my true family
And I love you best of all
Last words on my gravestone
Last thought in your memory
The truth I never got to tell
Is the saddest tale indeed