Burden

It's hard being eight when you don't get your way

And your brother's clearly the favorite, no matter what they might say

I'll yell for the moment but soon it won't be on their minds

Tomorrow when they wake up everything will be fine

I yelled and cried when they took me to a shrink

Who gave me a label and some pills and tried to change the way I think

We stopped for ice cream on the way home and then I felt alright

Things feel pretty good in the moments we don't fight

I'm being taught by methods that the other kids don't learn

The skills they have naturally, I will have to earn

My parents take the time through frustration and screams

And hearing me deriding them for ignoring my dreams

But in the summer it's easy, the vacations are great

The beach, parties, movies, and board games we'd play

It took a little more explaining to tell me the rules

And a little more patience, especially when I'd lose

And I know they love me, and I'm getting smart

These therapies are working, almost like an art

I'm putting in more effort, and I'm learning my role

I see what's accepted and what has to go

And now, as an adult, my vision is clearer

I see my old self in front of my mirror

I see all the good times I had with my loved ones

And wrote off all the times I hindered their fun

I said "all families fight" and let it go by

Ignored all their efforts and hid behind lies

Now, in front of me, all my memories change

Revealing their perceptions I had written off as strange

All the fun and vacations fade in front of me

And I no longer see all those moments for what they should be

But for the struggles they were for each affected person

And I see now, that all of my life, I was just.. somebody's burden