Thoughts don't come easy to me

Mommy raised me to care

I love her

She's great

But there's an emptiness

Daddy raised me to hate

I hate him

He's rude

The must subtle things are traps

A hug. A smile.

A pat on the back

These are the things they mean to catch us with

So why am I the only one who sees

Why do I see a gesture of love

As a gesture of hate?

A gesture of violence

Must be my upbringing.