They say that there’s no place like home,
where you can rest in some humble abode
they say “blood runs thicker then water”,
“always respect and love those who share the same lineage as you.”
But as I feel his hand prints stick to my body, I wonder
does that really have to be true?
I’ve found danger in my living room more than any alleyway
I’ve had eyes fixated on me like I was prey, and he told me that “it’ll be quick”
and “I’ll be better this way”
He didn’t mean it, “He’s your brother so forgive and forget!” they say
How is my home supposed to feel like home, when the next time I’ll be his idea of a quick “joyride” could be today?
One day I won’t have to live with a wolf, while everyone else pretends to be
clueless and aloof
Because my cries and screams weren’t “enough proof”.