Family Buisness

Good intentions pave the path to hell-
It's safe to say, my siblings meant well.
I'll whisper a secret, if you won't tell
There is a reason to why I fell.

There's a reason to everything
Everything's part of God's plan,
They would have you believe
It's all from his loving hands.

Like he really meant for
All this chaos to come undone.
As if it isn't because they're
Bored, wanting to have fun.

They never listened to me.
And family dinners became
A shouting match in preparation
For our little war games.

I watched my oldest brother's
Anger consume and twist his soul.
He fought with us, fell from us.
But at least he had control.

Maybe he was right to leave.
I cannot make a difference here.
It's not like they'd ever notice
If I just happened to disappear.

I walked away. Fell, if you want.
Snapped my fingers, and was gone.
I can build my own realties- hide away
Until they come to realize they're wrong.