Second Family Portrait
My life started slow in a town of idle mindsOur daydreams filled the space between our simple dramaAnd my mom was strange, but she'd always liked to sewAnd all my clothes smelled like the room I was born inMy dad was calm, never used two words when one would doAnd my brother's hands were mischief-bentWith no will to stop 'emAnd on the whole we lived simply and day to dayOur fears were trivial, they always died with every sunset
When I was twelve my affliction came to lightAnd I was told that some things I heardWere only there in my headBut I couldn't tell which were real and which were notAnd the question loomed over all I did whether I could trust itAnd I guess over time it became too muchAnd I was sent away at my mom's behestBecause she'd grown to fear me
Now I live up north in the house full of broken headsAnd my father comes and visits me whenever he can afford itSometimes at night when the voices quiet downI find a hope that I'm missed and that they haven't forgot me