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How You Make Me Feel, Isaac

Dedicated to: My brother, Isaac Michael (last name will not be said).

You call me names,
And things,
You think don’t matter.
But you don’t realize that they only make me feel sadder,
And like I’m some Mad-Hatter.
Look at my face, and look close.
Twinkle-lost eyes, and flaring of the nose.
Don’t you see me trying to fight?
Don’t you see me trying to find the light?
Your of no help!
You worse than a blistering whelp!
Go away, leave me alone!
You make me never want to come back home!

(2014)

This is how I feel of my brother, 11 yrs old named Isaac, almost every single day.

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