Hey guys it's Aulene. The sight had an off week last week so that is why I didn't post. We wanted to take a week off to write and get refreshed for ,hopefully, some great new pieces.

This weeks piece is about my stepmom and my brother. My brother is my step mom's only kid and she spoils him and lets him get away with almost anything and I constantly get in trouble for stupid things or things that he does. This is just about my strugle in trying to find out why she expect so much out of me and not him.

I am sure those of you that have siblings can relate to me.

Sometimes you just feel like you want to walk away and never come back.

Let me know what you thing of this.

Thank you for all your suppor guys!

<3

 

 

 

 

 

Your High Standards

Once upon a time...

I had a dream...

A life...

A home...

Then you came along.

Marriage was the ticket

To the American boys money

Then the passing of one

Left only two

Two sisters

Motherless,

Looking for a home,

Looking for understanding.

At first it was nice

Loved and respected

Touched and understood

But...

Behind every mask

Holds the truth

Truth of disgust

Of fury

And lies

Yet there Alec sits

High on his pedestal

As spoiled and rotten as one could be

Doing everything wrong

Lying to your face

Andy denying it all

Then here it comes

Your yelling at me again

For something he did

You expect straight A's... I’m dyslexic

You expect me to just know

You expect me to understand your high standards

You expect Alec to stay home

You expect him to take a nap at noon

You expect him to have fun as a kid

Why only me?

Why am I getting punished?

Why do only I have to follow your high standards?

You once asked me...

"when I introduce myself, Can I say I’m your mom?"

I said yes

As if it was an alarm,

Off came your mask

Out came the witch

Your double standards

They get more obvious

Every day

Why?

Why do you expect so much?

Why me?

Why not him!

Be tough on Alec!

The one who really deserves it!

You have the image,

Engraved in your brain,

That Alec is perfect.

You have this image,

Engraved in your brain,

That I’m not.

You can't see what Alec is

He's your only kid

That makes him perfect?

But I’m not your kid

Does that make it fair?

To hold me to your high standards?

You expect so much from me,

And so little from him

So I’m leaving

All I want it equality,

Not to be bullied,

By your high standards

 

~Aulene

~APLIW