Hidden

As I watch my brother
I ask myself
Why
I’m doing this.
Why do I
Do
These things for them?
I get no respect
From them and
I
Never complain.
I hide my feelings
From them.
My happiness is just an
act.
I feel
like
I’m not appreciated,
Like they don’t know
I’m here.
I hear
his
cries for attention.
Where is his mother?