Because I have a job

It should be different

I now adhere to their idea of a norm

They can’t follow

Even though I can now chip my own way in

Nothing has changed.

To them I wear a black sheet

Within a shadows silhouette

We were supposed to be a family

Modeled after a knot

Alone they make up a unity

I am forced to be a one parent home

In a house with no windows

Barren ,

No children.

No nothing.

Endless.

Empty.

Drained.

Holding myself down on it.

Living asses can’t hide their shit

Behind any stone

One says extensions guard my face

When it’s real

The rest are busy sewing dull rhinestones

Down their lips.

Even my stanzas are nothing

Verses

Fabrications

Held by further fabrications.

I’m left broken.

Made to be hit

Forced to be a herald to their madness

Forced to face their feared foundations

 Forced to fancy their fetid fabulous fantasies

Forced but I deny them

Forced to entrust

But I deny them

Deny

Deny

Until they breathe less,

In the face of my disdainful  objective.