Life With My Brother

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first poem i ever wrote about my brother. I put the feelings of how it was to be abused by him into this poem.

Submitted: August 03, 2013

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Bully

Again and again, my arm is scratched.
Watching him sneer while I'm screaming in pain.
Only when i was younger, did they care,
Now that I'm 13, I'm abandoned, out of hope, filled with despair.
 
Day after day, night after night, 
tears streaming down my face silently
as he steals my chair and messes my bed.
Trying to do my homework, he snatches my bag,
jumps on my textbooks, laughing hysterically while he puts snot on my pillow.
 
Trying to stop him, I attack,
only to be weakly shoved back.
I cry to myself,why am i not strong enough,
Why am i always pushed over by him?
 
Repeatedly, I've wished he dies.
Watching him burn in hell would be suffice.
But no, I have to face him everyday.
As he hits my head and locks me out,
Grinning satisfactory as I scream.
 
Eventually, my grades dropped.
Disappointed looks from my parents,
An evil grin from my brother.
What did i do to deserve this?
 
So I studied hard and managed to pass,
got B3 for Geo and A1 for Art.
Only failed Lit, which half the class failed,
His,which three-quaters of the class failed,
And Chi, which couldn't be helped.
 
But clearly, my efforts were not appreciated,
Their refusal to sign the papers,
The rush of air gushing from their nostrils when they looked at my marks,
The huge frown which their lips formed.
 
How I wished i could have died,
To free myself from the suffering and the pain,
and let my wings soar above the sky to those who need help.
 
Trying my best was not enough for them.
Since It's like this,why did i even exist?
 
Written by,
SaphireFreak
 


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