What about me?
What About Me???? Every one wants to know. My Life ebbs and my life flows. I see things through the eyes of the tortured souls. Because that where I was long ago. I saw the pain and fear in my mothers eyes. Let alone the Tell Tale lies. My father beat us and my mother cried. I got stronger and my mother went to hide. They got divorced and she married another. We allowed him to beat on us but then he turned to my brother. He is so frail, but strong inside. My fury burned and I let my fists ride. Like rockets burning as fast as that speed of light. I knew then this would not be the last fight. He'd get drunk and make a mess. I'd get my family out with their looks of hopelessness. He is know pissed, for he has no punching bags to hit. He turned to me with his eyes on fire, just freshly lit. I fought him every time. As we did this I knew the cops were going to arrive. It is pretty sad when the local cops know you by name. They know every thing about you and exactly whose to blame. It's not the dad, and its not the mom, it's whatever they were drinking in the bottle or the jar. It's late in the evening and I have to wake up soon. I haven't slept at all and my clothes still stink. Of the shit my "father" likes to drink. But I know tonight was a good night, because my brother and my mother can still see the light.
