An Old Souls Pain

I watched my mother stand tall above me, an idol
I watched my father from below, grand and a kind soul.
Now I look down upon them, no longer so grand,
Now I stare down upon them, holding them back with my hand.

My brother stands behind me, I am his wall,
He once stood beside me equally as tall.
He tries to hide his most agonizing pain,
Behind a wall of anger acting like he is sane.

I though stand and take the world by the throat,
Protecting my brother and trying to keep us afloat.
I want to fall to the ground and cry,
Though I know if I do my brother surely will die.

It is I who keeps the weight of my parents of my brother,
Holding the world and them all upon my shoulder.
Once it was them who masked me from this hell,
So why is it me that has to keep them all feeling well.

I look to the sky and know it is I who protects my family,
But why is that so since it was once them who did so happily.
I can no longer fight of this foul misery,
But I must and do so with most sincerity.