Everyday I see her or think of her I think of all the horrible things she’s done in our lives But the one that sticks out always is my mom Screaming ****** ****** at him and throwing a fork into the door As he closed it trying to run away Every morning waking up and seeing the fork still there And my brother still gone For a while not knowing where he was Till I found out he was safe at my Grammys One day the fork was gone and my brother eventually came back He always came back to make sure I was okay But the dent in the door even on good days I’d still look at it and not be able to move on from that day I had seen my mom hit him I seen her call him a ******* Yell at him But never feel so angry At the child she chose to have That she willing to hurt him In a way that would affect more than a few days Her bruises are easy to hide “I easily bruise” “I get random bruises from running into things” We could make up so many excuses Stay there as her shinny trophies On the stage next to her Ready to preform in all her shows Everyone remembers us as the best kids but he was always the one brushed off He reached his age limit I was still young enough to be the trophy to walk around with The perfect kid Who listened and stayed at attention always Ready for your every command Even at that age it felt wrong but I couldn’t understand why As I got older people grew up around few got glimpses at who she was trying to hide The demon that she’s let take control Most ignored some slowly distance Now there people I can’t remember the names of My mom would be proud of me for that Some stuck around picked up on details and painted a picture showing exactly what that demon is They were left behind Never aloud to contact us again Now her veil is gone the few staying close Are the ones I fear She thinks she can bring back the old friends but she forgets she now has someone pulling puppet strings Or maybe this is truly who she’s always been I just like to think I had it better before the day the fork hit that door