Too Many Times

I know I should leave

I know I’ve got to get out of here

How many times do you think I’ve packed my bags?

it’s been so many I’ve lost count

Here is a different world

where I’m ignored, unloved, forgotten

Everything’s backwards

and I suppose I stay for selfish reasons

like seeing my brother

and freedom to sleep when I want

but I’ve got to go

I can’t stand the treatment I get here

I know they’ve got other things on their minds

but a simple Good Night

would suffice

They leave without me

for indeterminate amounts of time

and have fun

and family bounding

family –minus me- of course

Maybe this time

I’ll finally go