I've never put a poster in my room,
and when I have,
They just rip it down.

Is it sad that "they",
are my brothers.

Is it sad that "they",
call me names like
Fat, horse, pig, and Ugly.

He used to hit me,
all the time
but he would make it
so it never left a bruise.

He doesn't hit me very much anymore
very rarely,
only about once every 4-5 months
and never hard.

But they always invade my privacy
they never leave me alone
they read my journal
out loud.

Every chance he gets
He embarrasses me.

And when my parents are gone
he rules.
He makes me do every thing.

And I just want to cry.
I just want to leave.
But I don't

I just suck it up
and wait till school
so my friends can make it better.

He is nicer now.
He doesn't call me many names any more
and he doesn't rule when my parents are gone.

I don't cry very much anymore
but they still invade and
I still don't have much privacy.