I'll come when you call

You're hurtful, you're mean.
Your speach is obscene.

 

I cry, you laugh.
My sanity rips in half.

 

You hurt me on purpose.
Your true colors come to the surface.

 

You cause so much stress.
Because of you, my mind is a mess.

I push, you shove.

Where is the person I know and love?

Someday you'll see
That it was wrong how you treated me.

 

Someday you'll need me.
For my help, you will plea.

And I'll come when you call...
I'm your big sister after all.

Author's Note

This is a poem about my younger brother. I believe he has mental issues and cant help what he does. He's been abusive to me and my family for years and now he's finally in a good Chiristian boarding school where he will hopefully see the mistakes he made and come back the wonderful person i know and love. I miss you Matt!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to be a big sister. Need to be a friend sometime and also try to assist when you can. I like the thoughts and kind emotion in the poem. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote