24.

im built of my father’s pessimism and my mother’s optimism

i am full of dread and light,
                             catastrophe and care,
                                                       deviant and dedicated

i see my mother in the mirror and my father in my actions



yet i feel as if i have never been theirs

disconnect while only a hallway away

wishing they could just understand me

i was always trying, but i can only swim for so long



i needed help, crying in the night

wounds deepening and becoming dishelved

invisible and disregarded 

i was no longer blinded to ignorance



i am my only savior.