What am I supposed to do
When I find out that my hero's armor is broken?
How am I supposed to react
When I find out that I've been lied to for years?
I'm not even the person that this hurt most
And, God, am I in pain
I want to rush to his side
But I can't get myself to do that
My first night as a runaway wasn't what I wanted it to be
It wasn't a rebellion
It was a cry for help
I cried on the way there
And I couldn't see the road ahead of me
I felt so overwhelmed
I didn't know who to be mad at
I wanted to scream
All at the same time
I needed friends
A place to call home that wasn't corrupted
Even just for a night
I don't know who to trust
I don't think I'll ever trust again
How am I supposed to get married
When this is the example before me?
How am I supposed to believe in love
When the only one I saw
Was broken all along?
"I love your mother," he began
But I knew it wasn't true.
"But I've always felt this emptiness that she couldn't fill"
I didn't want to hear what was coming next
"You guys went away every summer, and I made a mistake."
I closed my eyes, trying to rest my shaking hands
"I was with someone else."
No. Please no.
"And I'm not proud of it.
It is the worst mistake that I have ever made.
And I kept telling myself that I was going to stop
But I didn't want it to stop."
I stayed silent, feeling my body fill up with heat.
I told myself that I was leaving
That I never wanted to come back
I've never known a home
With this broken, patched up family