morris west

lost in translation

everyone sees me as the ladies man,
i mean it isn't that bad when you nearly
swoon every girl into fainting with one
single touch. but that is just the faintest
part about being "me"

despite the fact that i am
not a genius i still have an

internal organ called the brain,
plastered onto my head.

but that morris west isn't even

the real morris west.
that's just my superficial life.
in reality and i'm the loner,
as soon as i get home i dred the fact
of seeing that swollen red-face and bluging

eyes looking at me.
it's my father who has got me,

living in fear of my little brother.
we barely have enough to eat at night so
we sneak food from the cafeteria half the time.
we don't live in a trailer park or

in some poor neighborhood,
we live in a wealthy neighborhood

in a mansion.
it's just that my dad is disabled,

my mother left him and it was her fault, too.
if she hadn't picked up that metal bat and swung it at
his head nearly making him dead on the scene.

he gets rid of the pain by just drinking,
always calling my little brother to bring him a case of beer,
but if he doesn't he'll get one blow to the cheek and
i hate seeing my little brother running to me holding his red
cheek slowly swelling up like a cherry red balloon.
i just pretend as if my life is really what it seems like to everyone else.