Dear Misery
Lately, it keeps bothering me. And I know dwelling on it after all these years will do nothing for me. But I have to say it, as it as I felt it and feel it now. The hardest part of it all is these moments that hurt me exponentially aren't even a twinkle in your memories. Where do I even begin? The band is supposed to be one big happy family. Accepting even the weirdest, right? In middle school, I was told to wear less black. More color. High school was great and slowly fell apart. The way the best things do I suppose. The two of you had a rocky marriage. Daughters in the band. Hard to keep personal and private separate huh? Yet no one ever criticized you. But man, when I stepped into the leadership? Boy, it was so clear just how much I didn't belong. The way all of you berated me for my relationship. None of you were my friends. None of you were friends to me. Oh, and you two, said you didn't know they were going to corner and interrogate us? You're just as bad because ...