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Broken Record

My brother’s like a broken record.  He tells me about how we used to bike around the neighborhood pretending we were race car drivers, and how we’d gained multiple knee scrapes from turning the curb too fast. He’ll tell me this story twice, thrice, or even four times in a row, and laugh about the good ol’ days. I laugh with him, because though he doesn’t remember that he’s already told me this story for the fourth time in a row, he does remember the fun we had. My brother’s like a broken record, but I don’t mind one bit.

Become Invisible

I tried to make you happy.

I tried to keep things under control.

But you’d always yell at me.

Your anger sucked me in a black hole.


Perhaps you had a chemical imbalance.

Perhaps you had trauma, I do not know.

But one thing is clear to me now;

It’s time for me to go.


I’ve made my exit plan,

But I won’t make that visible.

It’s time I gain my confidence back,

And become invisible.


All the pain you caused

Has made it clear you are unstable.

As a parent, you should listen

But you seem to be incapable


Of listening to my gentle criticism

And the feelings I express.

They are an offense to you

For what reason, I cannot guess.


Perhaps it is the fear

Of being a bad parent

That causes you to overreact

And behave in ways that are aberrant.


Whatever the reason

For being so insufferable

It really doesn’t matter

Since I will become invisible.


I will disappear and travel

To some faraway land

Where I can be at ease

And see new things firsthand.


I shall find exotic flowers

On a high mountaintop.

There, I’ll grow a garden

And build my herbalist shop.


After what you did,

The relationship’s unsalvageable.

The only solution for me

Is to become invisible.


I’m dropping off the map.

Don’t try to find me.

I’m going to find my new home.

I’m going to set myself free.

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