Holidays and birthday parties,
they remind me of how broken my family is.
Ever since I was little,
I wanted to be like my brothers.
They were athletic and confident,
I was neither of those things.
They grew up and had families,
I grew up and had a family for awhile,
until it busted,
and now I feel disgusted.
Trying to not let the pain lead to sin,
even though sometimes sin is a salve,
for a few minutes anyhow.
Sometimes the sweetest guys,
break the best.
Sometimes I wonder…
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
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About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This hits hard and honest! Vulnerability is so powerful here. You’re stronger than you know, and your story isn’t finished yet.😇