Never Grew Forgotten
Have you ever seen the petrified look on your mother’s face, as she trembles, trying to explain that everything you’ve done, known and thought is all fake and a lie? Have you ever questioned your existence so much so? Do you know what it’s like to walk downstairs and find your atheist family all hunched over together and praying? Have you ever woken up to see your father sitting on the edge of your bed, frantically gathering all your belongings into one bag? Now this isn’t even your regular father you joke with and talk to everyday. This is your father that left before you were born, and the father that disengaged with your family too many times to call him a committed parent. Have you ever felt such fear for yourself and the people around you, that you don’t think you can ever believe what anyone says or does. Ever. The concern, the grief. No? Well I have. And that’s all because I’d been lied to my whole life. About everything and everyone. I was lied to so much, that sometimes I don’t think they even know what they’re saying anymore. Confused? Let’s start from the beginning.
