The apple does not fall far from the tree, right
And you fall too hard
broke your bones, limbs
I scoffed and smirked,
"You deserved it" I said.

I am walking on sunshine
She walks on eggshells
But let me know,
We will cross that bridge when we get there
Just like this poem, you are a nonsense— a nuisance.

🐍 To the Favoritism Queen (Grandma)

Hi, Grandma. I know you can’t read this.
That’s fine—your silence always screamed the loudest.
You only missed me when I vanished,
But never enough to look twice when I was near.
Still, I held your hand. Still, I stayed.
You gave me scraps, I served you care.
You played favorites—I played nurse.
And though I bore the wound,
I never let the poison touch my tongue.


🎭 To the Storyteller (Manang)

Hi, Manang.
Thanks for the respect… in our absence, at least.
What a talent—to act kind when the audience is gone.
Keep performing. Applause is overrated anyway.
Your storylines are fiction dressed in guilt,
But don’t worry—
We know the truth behind the curtain call.


🐀 To the Emotional Parasite

Hi, *****. That’s you.
Rich—yes. Rich in overthinking.
Rich in words you never learned how to use right.
But money? Nah. You only invest in drama.
You unveiled yourself without warning.
Didn’t even let us hold the masks longer.
So thank you—for exposing the betrayal
We suspected all along.
God saw it all.
And me? I won’t forgive you.
But I’ll let time wear the crown for justice.


👀 To the Human CCTV (Cousin)

Hi, cousin.
I blocked you—digitally and emotionally.
You’ve always had sharp eyes and dull morals.
Broadcasting my life to your mom
Like a live episode on channel gossip.
I see now…
You wanted to look clean, so you painted us *****.
Newsflash:
Everyone’s already seen your reruns.
And you’re not the hero in them.


🙄 To the College Dropout ****

Hi, ****.
Yes, I said it—with the elegance of a truth bomb.
So when you sold grandma’s table,
Was that a bargain… or a betrayal?
Funny, you worked in Customer Service—
But lacked the grace to serve without insults.
No, I never hurt you.
You mistook my curiosity for interrogation
Because you’ve only known relationships made of daggers.
You cling to that aunt abroad like she’s an exit plan.
But be careful, darling—
She’s molding you into her mirror.
And mirrors crack too.

Venomous velvetous viper, everything is violet venom.
Lavender lady, little liar
Curly careless crying child
I am one strong, mean, brat
I say nonsense things I did not mean
I am so mad at myself, that I was even mad you
Pretty please, Patty is a people pleaser
Tell me, Miss Temptress.
I am not one to please
You are barking up the wrong tree.