Good intentions.
A father yelling at a daughter, “One day you’ll understand!” as she holds back a yell of her own. “Never! I will never understand!”

Good intentions.

A daughter, living in a ghost home. Outsider, living among her own. Because of one bad deed, because of one bad boy.

Good intentions.

Trying again, to gain control. The parents lose all hold of their beloved child, their son. The favorite of the house because of his talents, because of his different Y chromosome.

Good intentions.

The good child, respected, reserved, suffocating under a perfectionists scowl. Anxiety haunted her every mistake, depression followed every disappointed glare.

Good intentions.

Siblings at each other’s throats. One did well, the other did wrong. Making mom and dad cry was the worst thing to be done. Once best friends, now strangers and alone.

Good intentions.

Trying to keep her safe, squeezing so hard, hiding her from the world. She fought that much more, to be free. She escaped not entirely unscathed.

Good intentions.

The beloved son is no longer in grace, but his rage surpasses even the suffocated. Though he fights for independence, he doesn’t realize he’s blessed. The parents haven’t kept up with his sins, only the sins of the sisters.

Good intentions.

The baby picked up on the tension, the aggression, a six year old little monster. Haunted by his own demons, teacher, student, brother, all alike. Afraid of going to bed at night

Good intentions.
It can’t be easy raising teenagers. In all their anger, aggression, untamed emotions. They did their best, raised as well as they could. But didn’t know when to befriend. When to simply understand.

Good intentions.
We try to be perfect, independent, popular, heard, understood, noticed, loved, free. We base our life off of our struggles. Our demons become our reality. The love of others only noticed afterwards. We carve our own path or fall into line with someone else’s. We base our self worth on good deeds and perfection. Without any consideration to where the hell we’re even going. As long as we get there.

Good intentions. 

Help us learn, help us grow. When we can take out of the experience what we know to be true. To be real. The love of a mother and father, doesn’t teeter when that love is backed by a higher power. They may squeeze with all their might, afraid to let go, so they hold on tighter, but they love to see you grow. They love with all they have, the sacrifices they’ve made, the advice they still offer knowing you may not take it.

Good intentions. 

Leave the mouth from a good place. From people who are prone to make mistakes. That’s what makes us all human. 

Good intentions.