Poetry

Aren't...

Aren't mothers supposed to love their sons?

Aren't sons supposed to love their mothers back?

Aren't mothers supposed to look at their sons with compassion?

All you do is look through me

And when I do get you to look at me all I see is disgust

You think I killed your daughter

Imprisoned her

What you don't see is that you're killing me

I just killed an illusion

Something fake

But to you she's real

So that makes me guilty in your eyes

Aren't mothers supposed to defend their sons?

Go marching up to schools defending their rights?

Fighting for proper accommodations?

You did that with my learning challenges

You fought for your daughters right to learning accommodations

What makes fighting for your son to use the right bathroom so different?

It's not like you would even have to fight, just request it

Aren't mothers supposed to comfort their sons?

Aren't sons supposed to comfort them back?

If so why do I feel sick every time you touch me

Why do I feel the need to run away

As fast and as far as I can

Aren't fathers supposed to take their sons side?

Aren't sons supposed to take their fathers?

So why is it that you look at my choices with disapproval

While I defend yours

Why do you shake your head

And tell me how low I've sunk

Make fun of the things that make me happy

That I take seriously

Aren't fathers supposed to teach their sons?

Aren't fathers supposed to take their sons out on special trips?

Aren't fathers supposed to find something they both enjoy?

All you do is suggest things you like

And shun all other options

I go hiking and sailing with you

Why can't you sit down and game with me

Aren't fathers supposed to be their for their sons?

If so why are you always gone

Why do you not have the nerve to stand up against my mother for me

Why do you condemn my choices

Give lectures on how messed up the society I live in is

Tell me it's no more than self diagnosis

That I'll know only when I'm older

Aren't brothers supposed to have each others backs?

Aren't brothers supposed to be there for each other?

So why do you run scared

Why do I have to defend you

You hardly even talk to me anymore

Aren't older brothers supposed to teach younger ones?

So why aren't you teaching me how to skate

Teaching me to play guitar

You used to teach me things

But now you don't

Aren't older brothers supposed to be dependable?

Aren't older brothers supposed to be there to lean on?

So why am I filling this role

You're 10 years older

Yet I'm listening to your problems

As you switch between moods

Aren't older brothers supposed to defend their youngers sisters?

Aren't younger sisters supposed to back up their older brothers?

So why do you keep stabbing me in the back

You sit there and watch as I get pumbled defending you

Then when I need help you sit there and watch

You can't get involved

You'd get in to much trouble

You don't want to deal with my problems

Just for me to deal with yours

Aren't brothers and sisters supposed to hug?

So why do you pull away

Why do I have to anounce in suprise when you hug me

It just never happens

Unless I do something for you

Like clean your room

Or buy gifts you like

Aren't younger sisters supposed to treat brothers kindly when nice things are done for them?

Aren't younger sisters supposed to not inflict grievous harm?

Aren't brothers not supposed to have inflic harm to their sisters out of self defence?

It doesn't matter who you're mad at

I'm your punching bag that you regularly beat and draw blood from

Then when you calm down just expect me to forgive and forget

Claiming you were right

I was wrong

Why do I have to hit you

Pinn you to the floor

Just so you don't end up biting through my leg

Or slam my head against a hard surface

Aren't family supposed to love and support?

Aren't family supposed to be their for eachother?

So why do I feel like I don't even have one

Why am I reduced to nothing more than a dress up doll

Aren't I supposed to have a good life?

So why do I want to pitch myself into the highway?