I used to be fine.
But, you broke me.
I was tough.
But, you made me weak.

These metaphorical scar’s haunt me,
Leaving its bitter trails in my heart.
At every corner of my mind,
it waits for the perfect moment.
The moment to stab me.

I try,
but, they won’t see it,
they won’t care.

I’m drowning in pain,
while all they see is a smile.
They watch me burn.
They let me suffer.

When light shines on me,
I must smile and laugh.
But as nighttime comes,
I am free to sob into my pillow.

At night, I am free to be sad,
to feel all the different things I hide.
If they notice,
I cannot tell.

If they see through me,
then they just don’t seem to care.
I just wish to have support.
They took my life away from me,
and burned it to ashes.

I wish to be free,
to be happy.
But, they stabbed my heart,
there were only shreds left.

I am forced to call you family,
Even against my will.
I will forever hate you,
even if you are my parents.