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you think that i dont notice?

you think that i dont see?

all of the horrible things,

that you have repeatedly done to me?

you think i dont remember?

you think i can't recall?

all the atrocities,

you did to us all?

me and my brothers grew up with this.

we know what it's like to hurt.

you never even knew them or me,

you never knew our worth.

now you stand there smiling,

so happy and so proud.

thinking that i am listening

just because you're yelling loud.

at my brother's graduation

you sat there in the stands

among the happy parents

and the clapping hands

you smiled along with them

and applauded too

you weren't here to watch him

as he matured and grew

you dont even know how old i am

and i dont think you even care

you weren't there to comfort me

and hold me when i was scared

you weren't there for me

when my first boyfriend went away

you weren't there

on my first prom day

and now it's my turn to graduate

and i know you'll show

but just like with my brother

you didn't see me mature and grow