FicWad

There's the way you're always taunting me
Pulling me
Beating me
Killing me

I'm the whipping boy,
The one who gets hit when brother does something wrong
The one who gets kicked when sister sneaks out late
The one who takes the blame
Bears the burns
Takes the pain
Tastes the blood on my lips
It's real, it's senseless and it's happening
Again and again
Now and then, now
Especially now

Your beating toy has moved on
Been sent on as your fears were realized, when you realized I was--
Shall I say it?

I could be cruel, I could be hateful
Just like you