My brother may never tell the story,
of how our beloved father pit us against each other.
I received expensive gifts for birthdays and christmases.
While my brother on the other hand, received nothing at times.
I didn't understand it back then, but I believe my bother despised me.
Bullying me to a point.
Our relationship is better now,
but one can't always forget.
I was always easier to control.
Never wanting to face harsh criticism or punishments.
My father showed me favoritism,
as well as others in my family because of this reason.
My father has a lack of love when it comes to others.
Lack of empathy.
Gives me reason to think,
he will die a lonely old man.
YOU ARE READING
And, she lives
PoetryA twenty something, trying to escape the social norms of staying close with a toxic and dysfunctional family; while trying to live a life that's ultimately hers. (Not edited)
