Living in other people’s minds
comparing
shaming
shifting blame
competing
we were never accepted to be ourselves
we manuevered through bad energy
in rooms of aunts and uncles
that possibly cringed at the length of our hair

outside of our own cublicle
each unit was built from the same
pair
the same grandmother and grandfather
the same mother and father
yet units were shattered into
a lifelong of animosity
and pushing down
withholding truths
ashamed of your very existence
no wonder I don’t fear being abandoned
It seems I fear being loved.