You stand over me
Telling me that I am wrong
I still cannot believe
That I have lasted this long
I feel my heart exploding
With the condescension I receive
You told me all I know is not true
All I was taught, all I believe
I am forced to play this game of yours
In which you're always right
While I am left, unsound
Though I try, with all my might
I swear you have no reason
Rhythm, rhyme, or heart
You look at me, with such distaste
And just like that, I'm set apart
You are my family
I wish I could undo
You think so little of me
And think so highly of you
I know you don't understand
I know you don't see me cry
But for once in all my years
Could you please just tell me why?
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2016 14:18
- Comment from author about the poem: My everyday life with my brother.
- Category: Family
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Comments5
This is very heartfelt...and very sad...it brought tears to my eyes...nice work though, for sure..
very well done, perfect rhyme and meter. I salute you! peace ww
I am also going through some issues with my brother at the minute so I can relate. The pain is magnified profoundly because it is family; the very people you expect to support and love you through thick and thin. I hope the situation gets better for you; because if you can't count on family... Please keep writing, and keep your chin up 🙂 xx
Wow, simply wow!
Family stuff like this is so, so hard.
Stay brave and creative. Vigilant passion can save lives.
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