Forgotten
I wake up
another fight
mother,stepdad
muscles bunched tight
screaming insults
slamming doors
bloodshot eyes
spirits sore
i go comfort
i go hear
despite common sense
despite fear
they take the comfort
they take the shoulder to cry
and when it's over
once things have gellified
then it's as if
a mere two minutes ago
there was no screaming
there were no foes
and i return
to my room
with no thanks or apologies
forgotten
I wake up
another fight
mother, brother
muscles bunched tight
both have depression
an emotional tide
but neither takes medicine
too much pride
My brother takes
my mother gives
this is where
the trouble lives
he's taken too much
in a rare rage
mom's spoken up
snarling in her cage
they circle each other
bloodthirsty eyes
who's will will win?
and who's will die?
I stand in the middle
I cross their path
despite common sense
despite all math
they take the relief
no more than 5 minutes pass
until the fight seems
of the distant past
and i return
to my room
with battle scars and tear stains
forgotten
I wake up
another fight
waged inside my head
muscles bunched tight
I scream
I cry
but no one hears
no one tries
and
i
am
forgotten
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