• Traditions, broken.

    Family loyalties, snapped.

    Tear-stained shirts, soaking.

    My Identity, trapped.

    You left in the dead, of night.

    Shuddering violently, I breathe in.

    Out little Sister showed the worst, fright.

    My True emotion, I am seething!

    You Disappear, I enter World War III.

    The Rest are intrepid, I am not strong.

    You made us Soldiers, no longer Free.

    I desire to do Right, you doomed me with Wrong.

    Torn apart from savaged scars, I blister.

    A Rotten Apple from the same Tree,

    My Sister.