I envy the stars
who are silent spectators to life.
They watch everything unfurl,
they watch as my parents' words cut through me like a knife.
I'm only a little girl
yet I've already seen and heard a lot.
They want to hurt my brother
and to my stomach my heart drops.
He's 22 and I've seen him cling to our mother,
sobbing, begging for a life that's much better
than this.

I feel like a star,
a silent spectator to life.
I can't do anything to help him,
He's alone
and so am I.