Victims Living in the Shadows

A poem I wrote about living life as a sibling of a disabled individual.

Victims Living in the Shadows

They are the victims,

 But we are as well

  Every single day

   Is a living hell

     They get all the attention

And we get ignored

Sometimes, we're acknowledged

But we long for more

We live in the shadows

   Even though we provide care

Over time, I've learned

We have multiple burdens to bear

Stop overlooking us

  And don't turn up your nose

   Take a walk in my shoes

    Try living with our woes

Author's Note

A poem I wrote about living life as a sibling of a disabled individual.

Reviews

[Skylar Valentine]

There are people who will do anything to get attention, and those who are simply easier to notice. And then there are the silent one's whose strength goes unnoticed, as does the pain they bear. I've always respected the later, because its those who see past our forced smiles and stiff shoulders who are real friends. Clever write.

[Kawaiikitty96]

Indeed. Thank you very much for your review!

[LeeCB]

My brother has epilepsy. I love him to death, but I completely relate to your poem.

[Kawaiikitty96]

Yes, I love my brother to death too, but his autism sends me over the edge sometimes. If you’re on Facebook, there’s a support group on there called SibNet. You should consider joining.

[MagicAl]

Clever and brave write. There are many who can relate to these words, but fear saying them aloud. Well done.

[Kawaiikitty96]

Thank you. Your review was very reassuring.

[MagicAl]

You're welcome!