My family is one with a horrible past
Abuse and oppression mark our lives
My own parents cared more about money and television
Than they did about their own son
I would have a personal problem that shook my world
And my mother would eventually tell me to be quiet
Because she couldn't hear her show
I remember often when I would be talking to my father
And he would start nodding off in the middle of the sentence
Apparently he has a heart condition that makes him fall asleep
At inopportune times
Where did this all lead me?
I grew up without a listening ear
And their god didn't exactly listen either
He was too busy judging me for my sins
My grandmother is the only one in my family I consider respectable
And she's almost on her death bed
The rest of them are one big tornado of guilt and childhood pain
So the idea of spending a day with them
Is like being held down and flogged for something I don't remember doing
So thankfully, I'm working overnights and can't go
I need my sleep for the following night
But in the meantime, all my friends are just too busy
Welcome to the holidays in the eyes of an outcast
