Distraction
The Only Option
Disfunctional it was at best, our little family
In spite of all our efforts to be happy, or at least to pretend to be
Stop trying to appear as if all was perfect and rosy, that time has past
Trade your pride for reality, unveil the truth, remove the mask
Realize how broken our family truly was. How hurt and hopeless
And you were the cause – your aggression
Cause of all the fear
The tension
Immersed in a world of your control
Our only option was distraction
No matter how we tried, could never measure up to your expectations, your demands
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L. E. Mastilock
L. E. Mastilock is a lover of nature, family, and good food. She believes nothing heals better than a good cry followed by a good laugh. She is a published author and artist residing with her family in the Sierra Mountains of California.
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