Category : Poems

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As i'm holding my 4 week year old brother you finally get done yelling at me.
When mom and dad come down the stairs I am leaving.
I can't take it anymore,
Your my grandmother why do you hate me,
You love all of the other 11.
So why do you hate me,
What did I do?
All of these questions running through my mind,
I can't take it.
I need to find a place for just me.

I go outside in the 90 degree weather to cool off.
I have to find somewhere to hide from the world,
The people,
And the hate.
I go to the side of the house and listen,
I hear my baby brother crying,
My patents are probley making him a bottle.
I hear you yelling at papa for no reason.
I can't take it.
I Go back inside,
My face emotionless,
You ask what's wrong,
I keep walking.
You yell my name,
I keep walking through the staring crowd if family members,
I keep walking,
Up the stairs and finally,
To the safety of my room,
And I can finally spill everything.