Kids are told crying brings shame to the family.
Ever since that day, I hold my breath when walking to make sure no one hears me.
Afraid someone will see me and tell me I was a mistake.
I see the world through a different lens than others.
Growing up, I saw the people I love to treat others like trash.
Thinking one day someone will treat me the same.
When I hear conflict, I run the other way hoping I won't get