My family, oh how consumed with blame
They point their fingers, but never take the same
Vulgar names and belittling words
They cannot accept their own faults heard
Gossip and laughter at the less fortunate
Twisting the truth, fabricating, and distort it
Defensive and quick to argue and fight
When their flaws are exposed, they take flight
Abusive jokes masked as humor so callous
But the pain they cause is so vast and loveless
They cannot see the damage they do
And refuse to ever see the truth
Yet still, I hold onto hope for change
That one day they will see and rearrange
Their ways, and embrace accountability
And free themselves from this cycle of hostility
My family is highly toxic. I feel that this post doesn't need much explanation. I can tell you that growing up with this, has caused much confusion, anguish, and quite literally, suicidal thoughts. I joined in often, mainly to appease my mother and connect with her, but never truly felt it. I always felt guilty, like I was hurting someone.
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