Casting you out as you did me marked from birth , although second born the runt of the litter.
Second hand feelings to good for me , waiting my turn their non left .
More important your daughters as my brother and I where set upon till blood.
It will get better wait and see, how stupid did you think we were.
Kicked out the house he who drew our blood brought no change in you.
My sisters more important while my brother traveled the world , the runt of the litter left to kick around no more.
I bit my time paying my dues whit cash and emotions , you did not give a damn but holding up your hand.
Asking help ones in half a century all but tied to a tree and left to die the runt of the litter shown the door .
Now in old age and ill health your attempts’ of reconsolidation I do not care about.
you reap what you sow, if kindness is non existing and each left to fend for themselves, the strongest survive, emotional cannibalism.