All I see is my mother walking away
With her favorite child of the day

All I see is her face
Wrinkled with laughter
While she is obvious to my presence

The door she closes is slammed shut
And I have no way of gaining her love

What good is family for?
When all they do is tear you down
They bruise you with cruel words
And leave you bleeding and crying

This isn't the family
I wanted to be born with
I don't want to live with them
They will tear me apart
Before I am even stitched together

Their love is not real
Their hearts are made of ice

Will I become one of them?
Terrible and cold?

I touch my cheek
And feel the wetness of it
On my hand

I wipe it away
As I whisper to myself
"I can't give this world more of my tears."

In the closet, she laid curled up on the floor. Her vision overcomed by darkness and all she could hear was the collision her eyelashes made with the lens of her glasses.

She remained very still as she heard her fathers heavy footsteps slowly fade away as he headed downstairs. She didn't want him to find her, nor her mother.

She was tired of receiving hateful glances and shouts directed at her. She didn't understand why they hated her so much. Why they used her in order to release their anger.

She dreamed of the day she'd finally be able to leave this horrible place that no longer deserved to be named home.

Darkness seeps within my soul
I weep and weep
As I try to get rid of it all

I stumble and fall
As I try to regain my strength

But then I think, "what for?"
So I let the darkness consume my soul

Do I weep and weep?
Not at all.

My biggest fear
Is to stay home

Behind these four walls
My screams are muffled

My biggest fear
Is not to be heard

Staying behind
And losing all control

The look of disdain

fills my mothers face

Five year old me

is turned away

                                 The look of hate

                             fills my mothers face

                                 10 year old me

                                feels out of place

The look of malice

fills my mothers face

Fifteen year old me

shrugs it away

                                The look of disgust

                               fills my mothers face

                             But the 17 year old me

                                  can't pretend it
                                  
                                    doesn't hurt

                                 as I try to keep

                                    a stoic face