Spiritual Sensation

'Him'

I was the center of the world
everyone looked to me
I did whatever I wanted
when I cried; they came
when I got hurt; they soothed
when I was hungry; they gave me food
when I did something; they cheered
until him...

Now I must go to extremes
people say I'm too old for this
that I need to grow up
but I am not ready to grow up
I am not ready for him

He took my spot
and my attention
he isn't even as good as me
he cannot walk or talk
he cannot go to the bathroom
or even open his eyes fully

Now when I cry they do not come
when I get hurt; I soothe myself
when I'm hungry; I feed myself
when I do something; I pat my own back

I sit in my treehouse all alone; no longer accompanied by them
I eat all by my lonesome; parents are up taking care of him
I clean my wounds; no one to hug me as the iodine stings
I step a milestone; rewrap my old presents and present them to myself
all alone

As he grows; he does on me
and then there's another
but this time he's there
we share our thoughts
our pains
our ideas

This time were getting all the attention.

We wet our beds; they tell us to clean it
we climb the roof; they don't notice for hours
we set a fire; we get yelled at
"At least we were noticed."

'Him' ~ Zenith Ringmaster