They Don't Get Our Inherited Brains

By Aivery Schellenberg

The things that I have noticed

Now that I am older.

The subtle lies you told me 

To try to keep me away.

The dominance we all knew I had

As I grew.

The sick thrill that boils my blood

As you beg me to step back.

Oh lie to me mother,

Lie and tell me you're not afraid

Of this monster that was once part of you.

Oh, lie to me brother,

Lie and pretend this isn’t your fault 

When you share my disgusting desires.

Oh, lie to me sister,

Lie and act like I'm not insane

When you watch the flames lick up 

My hands and listen to my laugh.

Oh, lie to me father,

Lie and tell me that shot gun 

Wasn't aimed at my head. 

By Aivery Schellenberg