Yet you stand there

I crawl to my bed
Cry myself to sleep
Try to forget it all
I haven't dreamt
But I have wept

I see mom cry
I see my sister mad
Yet you stand there
Like you can't understand

You like to give orders
But orders you wont take
I wonder if you can listen
Or if you'd rather not be awake

You favourite is the daughter
When will I get my piece of cake?
Yet you stand there
Watching the tears in my face

You don't notice how I feel
You don't notice how we feel
You don't do anything for us
Yet you expect us to do the impossible for you

The chores are done by mom
The homeworks and works by your son
Yet you stand there
Sleeping, with your daughter below your wing

This lifestyle is not what I dreamt
This family is not what I deserved
And every mistake
Ends up in a cry for help

Not abuse, nothing by force
But ignorance and many rises of voice