When I say it aloud it feels too real
My parents are done with each other
“When did everything change?” “What’s their deal!?”
Thoughts rush through me and my older brother
I don’t want to cry, or die, or anything depressing
I wonder, how am I okay when I should be stressing?
I must be numb to the heartbreak, it hasn’t hit me yet.
But it will hit me hard soon, I bet.
Instead, I feel bad for my younger sister
I see right through her brave yet blank disguise
She watches the splitting of our father and mother
With depressed and disapproving eyes
But she has me and we have her,
Even if we always fuss
Because even when it’s rough, we still have power;
And that strength is the power of us.
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