self-help

self-help

I've always loved liars

for

their beautiful, delusional double-speak.

Always believing,

no matter how empty.

I was raised on such words

by my father,

the teamster,

who drank vodka in secret

(probably right in front of me).

This

is my baseline

for 'normalcy.'

Broken promises and a penchant

for daydreams.

I grew up having surgeries.

I missed a lot of things.

I got all affected

by the people around me.

But I'm working on it.

I'm working on it.

I'm working on it

(actively).

-clw