Is it all a lie? She loves him so much, but where am I?
Am I in this picture? Does she love me?
Why does she hurt me but not him?
I am her kin. I am her son. I am--not her only one.
When I see her in the reflection, I see him, clueless and glad.
When she looks at me with a glare, it's hurt, and I'm sad.
I can't turn to father who abuses so much, but I can't turn to mother who hates me as such....
He doesn't know how much mother turns away. He doesn't know the true reflection of her. Long, black hair and brown eyes. She's is my step-mother. He is my half-brother. Father is the father I wish I couldn't love less....
But the best... sister.
Big sister, Olivia, is home.
I run to her with scrapes and scar, and the soul who is four years older than me will wash it away.
She makes me happy as so my day.
She knows mother's reflection. She knows father's reflection. She knows why they do not hurt him but never tells me.
Mother's reflection is not a woman with long, black hair and brown eyes--but long, silver hair and red eyes... like a witch.
I never wish that he and I could switch.
Big sister loves me so, even though I hurt her feelings. She knows why I cry while you merely ask "Why?"
Mother's reflection in the mirror is holding a knife insted of a plate of cookies. She is holding a rope to tie me up in, instead of a ribbon.... She is wearing a grin with a glare insted of a a smile and a gift of chocolate eclair.
She is...
Mother's reflection....
 Loveless Poet Crest · Sat Oct 23, 2010 @ 03:10am · 0 Comments |
