My time is spent lying around
Hoping my body will give in
And my tortured soul will be set free

I make mom worry
Behind the door she knows
I am carving my skin

When things get hard
And mom loses sleep
She runs in hope for piece

My poor father stays with me

In a haze of anger
The touch of a horrible boy and my screams shake my bones

My mentor repeats my name
Until I am in front her
My mind folding in on itself

I tell her every ounce of rage, fear, and hate
The only things my heart can grasp
I spill until I am empty

The person I look up to
Funny, kind, understanding, strong

Says
"I understand more than you will ever know"
I realize we aren't so different after all