Invisible Ink

 You inconsolable

Petulant child

Jealous of all those around you

With their ponies and their presents 

You act starved as if

You never received the love I shoved

down your throat

With every free meal and the mattress–

I bought you a mattress 

When you were sick enough to need me 

To come into your room 

Saw the thing rotting and I

Bought you a new one why

You act as if you’re broken 

Heart compares to how my

Father treated me 

Calm down 

Your sisters have already turned 

Twenty 

Stop acting 

Like the victim 

When were you abused? 

Where are the marks?