Loopholes

I did not come from a broken home

I just wasn't never fixed

from being fractured at birth

no one bothered to claim the damage done

from all of the shame

I started counting the change

in my empty pockets to see what I was worth

feeling the strain of my generational pain

I have a few ideas but it's much too late

to call their names

they would rather let the truth lie

then to tell me why

in deep denial while all along

wearing a mask with a painted on smile

the facial expression that fooled me

when I was a child

the legacy I compile along with

the reason I care not to smile

knowing what lies beneath the pile

of stepped in aromatic foil dung

with my words many I've stunned

I never was able to hold my tongue