I HEART METAPHORS

IT'S BEEN SINCE 2002,

AND ON TOP OF THAT,

YOU DIVORCED MY DAD WHEN I WAS 12,

SO COULD I PLEASE NOW BEG FOR GRACE

AND ASK STRAIGHT
TO  YOUR FACE
CUZ I'M VERY TIRED OF THIS
ELUSIVENESS,
TO PLEASE STOP MAKING FUN OF ME 
RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME,
AND FOR KNOWING YOUR HISTORY,
BEHIND MY FACE.

I KNOW BY NOW THAT I WAS BORN WITH 
ALL OF MY POOR FATHER'S FAULTS.
IT'S CALLED GENETICS.
LOOK IT UP.
SO I'M SENSITIVE,
A GIANT AMONG YOU DWARFS,
LONG HEALTHY LEGS
(A SORE SUBJECT),
AND VERY SKIN THIN.
AND, HERE IS MY BROKEN HEART,
RIGHT ON MY SLEEVE
FOR ALL TO SEE.
BUT LOOKING AT MY FUZZY REFLECTION,
I SEE MYSELF HOLDING ONTO GRUDGES
AS IF THEY WERE SOME KIND OF SAFE GUARD,
OR, BETTER YET,
A DARK PLACE TO HIDE,
AS LONG AS IT'S ONLY LOCKED FROM THE INSIDE
(ANOTHER SORE SUBJECT).
I REMEMBER VIVIDLY
WHEN WE LIVED TOGETHER
(WILL I EVER LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES?)
YOU BLAMED ME
VERY NASTILY
FOR SOMETHING I HAD NO IDEA HAD HAPPENED
LET ALONE DONE MYSELF.
YET YOU SLAPPED ME SO HARD,
BLOOD DRIPPED DOWN MY NECK
AND MY FACE.
YET, YOU HAD THE
AUDACITY
TO BLAME ME FOR THAT,
TOO.
THERE, I'VE SAID IT TO THE WORLD,
SO NOW I KNOW I MUST FORGIVE YOU,
BECAUSE I'VE STUDIED THE WORD
AS A MATURE CHRISTIAN
CRAVING MEAT
(METAPHORICALLY)
SHOULD.