Get out of my face,
Stop yelling at me,
I'm sorry I'm not athletic,
I'm sorry I'm not pretty.
Get out of my face,
Stop yelling at me,
My brother and I aren't a disgrace,
Why can't you just see?
You never have and you never will,
If only, if only, you could feel.
If you could feel what it's like to be hit,
Your eyes are lit with discouragement.
Don't worry mom,
I'll be strong,
For you, For brother,
And of course for god.
My eyes are now glistening,
With tears once again,
Why bother telling you why?
You're not even listening.
Don't go for brother,
I'm begging you please!
I much rather you keep hitting me.
I have bruises,
Sure it will hurt, getting another.
Get out of my face,
Stop yelling at me,
I'm not dead brother,
I'll be by your side,
For always,
And eternity.
Im 12. i love this poem. its my absolute favorite!
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wow. they keep getting better.