"Your Brother Can Come Visit But You Can't"

I looked forward to every other Friday Like it was a holiday made just for me But it seemed like everyone was Just a little to busy to celebrate it

"It's alright," Mama would say. "You can go visit next time." But the promises she made were just As hurtful as the ones he broke

And even though I knew better I would choose to swallow the lies Because lies give you hope Lies give you a reason to believe

Then your weekend came along (They always called it your Weekend, as if you'd paid for it And therefore owned it)

I wanted you to accept me so badly That I convinced myself you had Simply missed my call, You just missed all my calls

That had to be the reason And then finally you picked up, My heart jumped, and I asked "Can we come over for your weekend?"

I don't remember getting out all the words, But you were ready with an answer I was crushed, but what could I do? It was your weekend, after all

As the years went by and My childhood became shorter I discovered that I needed to cry Less and less

But it wasn't because you became nicer It was because I became stronger