My Paterfamilias

My mom's boyfriend has destroyed me,
I'm sick of his simple existence.
Everything I built he destroyed,
And yet his dictatorship keeps persistence.

Me and my little brother rebel,
But he's too strong for both of us combined.
And there is nothing I can do as he yells,
In my house love is not defined.

How does his hate and destruction
get him to the point of authority?
How does my appeasement  to him
not make life any more than it did to me?

He's why I pondered death for nights,
Why I felt success was beyond me.
Why my little brother cries himself to sleep,
Why the house is too dark to see.

He tells us of his childhood,
But he has never felt the pain we do.
Where did this authoritarianism came from?
My anger is far beyond wanting to sue.

I want to kill him and make him suffer,
My childhood is something I'll never get back.
He can control me until I'm eighteen,
But after that he has no cards to stack.

If I had one thing to say to him,
I'd say "goodbye, this is the last time."
Because once I move out of this hell,
I will never return under his regime.