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Broken Dragon
First they broke you
Then they tried to fix you
But they couldn't even understand you.
Yours was a language of would be
Drum sticks and rhythm.
They labeled you a troubled kid
And teachers complained,
Yet they never saw past your
Childish acts asking for attention.
They didn't know or didn't care
What was happening at home.
That he was always yelling,
Always in a fit of rage,
Always making sure the
Fear of God was in you.
You were a Dragon,
Meant to breathe music and art.
But your father was a snake
And your mother a rat
One destined to chase
And swallow the other.
The home they gave you
Wasn't a haven but a cage
Where they fought.
First the medications came from
Our doctor, but soon you found
There where several other things
You could self medicate with.
Now today we hardly see you,
But I don't blame you,
You did what you had to,
To escape.
I wish I had been the oldest
Instead of the youngest.
So I could of sucked up the venom
For you. At least maybe we
Should of been twins so
All those times where frightened
I could of held your hand
And made you laugh
Your goofy laughter.
