The Scars Inside
They had no idea
What he did
To me.
Idiots, they are.
They couldn't
See.
How I got the scar
My name,
Had they asked?
No. They saw my fur
My outercoat
And they laughed.
Have you ever had
A brother
Who wouldn't take No?
He always laughed,
Saying,
“No one will know.”
But I knew,
It came to me
At night.
I almost wished
To be a bird
To take flight.
There is no escape
You deserve it
My older brother,
The ruler,
Not just.
Because I was
The one
Who was a bust.
I wanted him to feel
As I felt.
So low.
But in the end,
His son
Gave the final blow.
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