help a sister out..title?!?!?!?

Your a boy because your arms
Don’t have the strength
To cradle my frail body.
Endless nights in the air loom rocking chair,
Where we stared at the fluorescent green numbers on the clock.
Flashing.
Rocking.
Trying to forget
The demonic pounding in my ears.
From the ear infections.
Sick from the cruel assessments,
And harsh standards forced upon us all.

You’re my father because
When you tell me I’m not working hard enough,
I long to show someone the scar tissue you caused.
All I have to offer now are my tears.
I thought you being there was painful,
But you not coming was even worse.
Accepting disappointment is one thing,
Knowing that I disappointed you is the hardest thing.
Like the rock I wish I was for you.
For me.

I wish I were more like a girl because
Then you could see that
My shaking body is anything but pretentious,
And all blood stained shirts
Are from those tears
You so precisely aimed at my chest,
Slightly to the left.

none yet

I took my pride off the lowest shelf that day
And held it in my hand.

Your glance touched mine,
And it melted.

I poured that soft
timid liquid into a locket
That perched on the beat that I dream to,
March to,
And scream to
Over the passion that you always find a way to breach.

My locket broke
And I tied my favorite shoes with it.

You smiled at me,
Told me:
That's all I am
And all I'll ever be.

So I ran
As if you were going to catch me.
I knew I'd never let you.

I smiled back at you,
gave you my shoes,
And asked you
If you'd mind putting them back
On the highest shelf
Of the tiny wooden room
Where I keep the spirit
I'll never let you slay.