to the tempo of your ironclad vibrato,
I sweat and trembled,
I was a boy.
You were the monster.
Your curses scratched the core of my being,
My bruises never healed.
You never allowed me to cry,
And I tried my best not to.
But it did fell one day, it was the day you called me a fag.
I will never surpass
nor level with my sister's accomplishments.
I will never make you proud,
so I stopped and died trying.
Your shadow gawks upon me in this room, your voice reverberate like rain water.
Why in this world
you still haunt me dad?
And I thought ending my life would rid me of you.
I was wrong, I guess ghosts can scream as well.