This Is My Line

Family is a noun, One that connects Me to you. Bound by blood And DNA. I looked up To you. I thought you were My heroine, Come to save me From the aches and pains That rocked me To the bone Far more than what was known, To sweep me away From all my Nightmares and fears Monsters and tears That were all too real To deal with in the Daylight. Let alone the Twilight. You were a monument Of beauty and grace Strength and compassion. Everything I could ever Hope to be. But then I started to see Past the cracks Of your porcelain face, Behind your false grace, Deep down where You truly lay. And I realized How little I knew Of the true you Besides the bad habits That you keep When you refuse To eat. And when I hear you Scream and weep, Gone is the strength You used to keep, As you try to Convince yourself That her love is true. Because you love her too. And I realized Love is a verb. One I hadn’t seen you Act upon in quite Some time. Show me, Don’t tell me. Because as you claim That you love me And you love her too There comes a time Where you have to draw A line between The word and The action. Because you don’t Know me either. You know I will be There at your Beck and call Wreck and bawl, But you refuse To hear a word Or try to see into My mind The way I try to see Into yours. It’s not revolution I ask for. It’s simply evolution. As I hear your cries For help I’m suffocating softly, Because I know It’s not help you seek. It’s pity. And it’s a pity, Cause I’m out. Now it’s time for The kid in me to Grow Up. You were once My heroine. Now I can see that You don’t even care Enough to be my Villain.