Little Stronger Now
all my life i have tried to please everyone.
I would do my chores with no fuss.
I knew what my consequences would be.
I laid my brothers clothes out for him at night.
It made me feel good inside.
I know he is older then me,
But we still needed a motherly figure you see.
I picked up the role, at about 6 years old.
to this day my brother depends on me.
I would try to be the daughter my father always wanted,
But some how it always got tangled in a web of misconception
My father was a cold man, a Hippocratic, and loved his mind games.
I was a pawn on his chess board.
I was there but not much was said to me.
If he felt like yelling it was always taking out on me.
He was raised where family meant everything,
if you could carry the last name.
I was not a boy, I could not full fill this wish of his.
My brother on the other hand, was the perfect fit.
My mother was buried deep in a bottle all day.
She never knew if we were coming or going.
she loved to yell and throw things.
A pathological lair she was.
So, when I am asked about my past.
I simply smile and say, "I will not speak of that."
The pain of going back is far to great.
Life has changed over the past few months
I have become stronger then I once was.
My parents have yet to win this battle they ignited.
I am speaking of the past like it was yesterday.
I am no longer ashamed to say that,
My parents walked away.
I am not sure who I would be today
If my parents had stayed.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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