Dysfunctional Blues

You come from a place,
Many have been,
Where problems are hidden,
Rather than seen,
It's a place where denial,
Comforts the soul,
Taking the place,
Of what should be whole,
Where evil and good,
Are bonded as one,
In a family recipe,
Of love on the run,
And you're partial to lying,
When faced with the truth,
A tradition acquired,
Through time and youth,
So do not despair,
For you recognize now,
That destructive denial,
Cannot be allowed,
And dysfunctional blues,
Grip your soul as you sing,
Of the heartache and pain,
Your heritage brings.