We were all alone,
no mother or father to protect us
as you tried to convince us
that this was where our real home was.
My secret sister cowering in the corner,
but she seemed to have different rules to me,
different whispers from God,
and sometimes she'd have to make no sacrifice at all
to get anything she wanted;
unlike me.
I still have so much feelings of hate towards her,
even though I never knew who she was.
Sometimes she'd be watching me
as they inserted the poison inside me,
and she would smile whilst I screamed
each time it burned.
They made me watch her too sometimes,
a5 first I used to cry and whisper little prayers,
even though I already learned
that God was too angry to listen
to a bad little girl with a prayer.
Soon I stopped feeling so sad,
as I became relieved they were hurting her
instead of me, and as horrible as that is,
it is amazing what fear can make you feel.
But she had different rules from me,
as every time she got it wrong,
or screamed or cried in pain,
they lady who helped God,
would hold her tight and tell her
everything was going to be alright.
I used to love my secret little sister,
but it broke my heart
more than their inflicted pain ever could,
that she was allowed cuddles and comfort,
