Your eyes cry, his mouth lies, lies all over you.
With the heart of the devil, who knows what he'll do?
Your skin bleeds, his words tease, they patronize you.
When the worst part is over, he claims to still love you.
But what brother would chain you, constrain you, like his pet?
Train you to bark but not bite; no action and all threat.
When his fist meets your cheek, you promise to leave.
But every time, you come back to him, always naive.
His tongue spits, you submit, under his rule.
Somehow you can't tell that you're his favorite tool.
He dictates, you keep straight, on the path that he chose.
Denying that you do so much more than he knows.
And he'll slash you and bash you and tear your walls down.
He'll crumble your heart and step on your crown.
And he'll stand up above you, push you and shove you,
Until you're forced to give into the discipline that he owes you.
The years grow, the tear shows, the tear in your chest.
He's taken what's his and has left you the rest.
The pain numbs, the cold comes, it fills in the crack.
He's shocked when his words no longer weaken your back.
So he'll beat you, mistreat you, just to hear you cry.
He needs power over you, he needs to try.
But you've hardened, not pardoned the wrong that he's done.
Yet you'll take the abuse because you were born young.
Your brows arch, your feet march, to a now different pace.
Though you still can't bring yourself to spit in his face.
But when he is gone and the curtain is drawn, you'll claim that it's through.
But the truth writhes insides you, it haunts and misguides you, the time is due.
Because, when things become clearer and you look in the mirror, it's him; not you.