The World Through My Eyes [My Poem Collection]

My Little Brother's Hero

This is the poem to vent my anger,

The words I long to spit in his face.

This is to everything that hurt me deeply,

To what crushed me in it's rough embrace.

My own father beat the shit out of me,

I saw more hospital beds than my own.

He was angry almost every single day,

21 times he crushed and shattered my bone

He hit the woman who gave birth to me,

He treated her like shit and didn't care.

He made her tell the police stupid lies,

Their blind authority wasn't fair.

My father was worse then an animal,

He touched my little brother in wrong places.

The powerless feeling made me hate myself,

But his abuse never showed any traces.

I wanted to kill him but I was scared,

He seemed to be everywhere and knew it all.

How many times did I think he'd kill me,

How many times did I bleed and crawl?

I fought back when I thought he was for real,

But it never brought me far.

Sharing a house with him every day,

It was like we were fighting a war.

The fear I felt is something I can't explain,

It eats you up, it breaks you down.

But I had two people who needed me,

So I suppressed the urge to leave town.

And we got back upon our feet,

He got his sentence, a few years in jail.

I swear, if he ever comes looking for us,

I will fight again, this time winning without fail.

This is the life I lived since I was six,

At least that's when his fists started.

Mum tried to make him happy,

But every day it all just restarted.

I am the kind who takes everything,

If it means keeping others safe.

But don't get this wrong please,

It's a dumb thing to do and not brave.

This whole situation was mum's fault,

But I never blamed her for my pain.

And my little brother was so used to it,

He didn't even dare to complain.

Despite all this, I am a happy person,

And I'm glad my little brother has not a single scar.

I often think about all that has happened,

But when my brother hugs me, I feel like a superstar.

He always made me want to go on,

And face everything for his sake.

I am still scarred by the past,

But protecting him was not a  mistake.

Do you know why I am not ashamed,

Why I can live with myself?

Because my brother gave me a reason,

He said so himself.

I am his hero.