Broken Sword Publications LLC

I am an angry
miserable mother fucker
when I look in the mirror
with only myself to blame

if I punched the reflection looking back at me
I would break through several sheets of glass
hearing the cacophony of laughter
from generations past

there is no family business
the only legacy I have before me is rage
abandonment
and silence disguised as pride

I never did anything heroic
I never did anything original
I never did anything
that was not expected of me

and there was always a motive
assumptions from family
lies from Hollywood and
stereotypes from society at large

the constant whispers
the voices that only I can hear
when I lay my head on the pillow after
everyone else is asleep at night

these expectations end in the bottom half
of an electrical current running
from head to toe
with me grinning stupidly from ear to ear

as I peer into Hell through a jagged viewpoint
the hatred beckoning me and blood on my hands, no
wiser than before and definitely
not looking forward to what’s next