You did say I might have dreams
You
Who told me to be strong
You
Who asked me, in your nauseating voice
To remember my childhood angst
You
Who went on and on
About how others had damaged me
You
Did you expect it to be my father
And my elder brother
You
Do you know what ideas
You have placed in my sub-conscious
You
Do you know
What damage you have done to my dreams
