Re mber I’m not the sa as you.
I order different als than you.
My photo is in a different fra from yours.
We have the sa parents.
You were always so an to when we were kids.
mories of you locking in the basement,
Keeping from turning on any lights.
I don’t know if it was just a ga to you,
But when a little kid is screaming at the top of his lungs
Because he is terrified, imprisoned in darkness.
Eventually I ca up with a solution.
Feeling my way down the left side of the stairs,
Finding the first door, behind which
Was a light you could not control.
It was one bulb, but I had beaten your twisted ga .
Just by staying calm,
Facing my fears,
And accepting that I would
Still spend ti in the basement,
But on my terms.
One bulb, but enough to turn on the TV,
Play Nintendo ga s until Mom and Dad ca ho .
Then you had to release control.
I would co back upstairs like nothing happened.
Made you angry, why wasn’t I scared?
After the first ti I wouldn’t even bang on the door.
Down the stairs, hit the switch, and it was ga ti .
So day you might re mber all the awful things,
But I ca out on top.
You didn’t break .
It’s a sha , I was a pretty nice kid.
You terrorized your only brother.
Reveled in it.
That was a long ti ago.
I forgive you.
I hope that whatever de nted pleasure
You drew from these actions
No longer appeals to you.
I am who I am
Because of what I went through.
The bigger kids at school weren’t much nicer at that age.
So I guess it shouldn’t surprise that you were so an.
You will have to deal with your own demons.
A warning though – they are not afraid of you.
Nor the dark nor the stairs nor the lock.
And when your demons terrorize you,