I hate the way you treat me

I hate the way you treat me

You treat him like a king;
You act as if I was a curse,
He is my brother;
And I am his sister,
And here I lie, wondering if we really are:
related.

His boxers are scattered around in his room,
His music steeping into the streets,
All he sees is his Starcraft 2,
Yet all you do is smile as you hand him a bowl of fruit;
Kissing him and telling him how you love him so,
Sometimes I really wonder why is this not the mother I know.

I try to be perfect;
In hopes of pleasing you,
But deep down inside I know,
I will never be perfect like him,
As you refuse to let me in.

A bra drifted slightly left of the pile,
The stuffed bear fallen from her stance,
The lid of a pot slightly ajar,
All little things that concur,
Yet you find it imperative to let me know,
Through lots of screaming and yelling,
That I will never be like you-know-who.

I’m tired of being treated this way,
Let’s not forget I have feelings too,
He is my brother;
And I am his sister;
We both came from your womb,
So why is it that you that:
You treat him like a king;
And I, like a curse.

This disparity is hindering me,
I think it is time for me to let go,
To stop wanting you to let me in:
It’s time for me to step out of this hole;
And shine in the ways I know.

So here we are:
I hate the way you treat me,
It’s unhealthy to be subjected to such disparity:
You were my mother;
But not anymore,
It is time for me to say:
Goodbye for evermore.