When I was 5
My mom had a car accident
shes disabled to this day

From that age on I had to help her everyday
and now
its still the same

My father gets angry
he screams
he yells
he pushes
he throws
he pins

I have a little sister
I make sure my dad doesnt hurt her
to the extent that he has hurt me

My methods can be shady
If she is doing something that will get her in trouble
I do something worse

It keeps her from getting hurt

I use to cry a lot
about my life

My dad use to scream at me to stop crying
that it wasnt right

I would right sorry a million times
and he would throw away the paper

I would do whatever he wanted
just for that nod of approval

and he wouldnt give me anything

all A's on my report card
taken care of my sister
and my mom

cooking
cleaning

No thank you

"It's your job to do that, why would I thank you for it?"

Then I would cry
and he would scream
I would say sorry
He wouldnt acknoledge me
I would do more
he wouldnt say thank you

and this went on and on

until

I stopped crying
I stopped trying
I stopped feeling
I put on a mask when I was 7 years old

I pretended to be something im not
when I didnt even know who i was

I stopped feeling
and became the monster I am today