

No matter what I tried to do for or with them, The way they saw me never changed, Not even when I made them smile
The hits that never stopped coming, The attacks that always lingered, The hurt that stayed so damn long, The pain that left internal scars, The
You left… Without saying a word, you left. You didn’t care what would happen to me, You didn’t bother to think of me, not once,
The bell for last period always rang early, Or maybe I just hated the thought of leaving, Because school was fun and safer for me,
Born to serve, but never appreciated enough, That was all I knew since I could remember, All that happened in the time home was hell,
That I really did look like my mother, Should have been a compliment, One that I should have been proud of, Because to them, mother
You tell me like I don’t know that, Like I don’t wake up and see them, Like I don’t understand who they are, Like I’m
Maybe it was really my fault for trusting you, For believing you were the adult who cared, For trusting that you loved me genuinely, For
Alone. I had always been like that even then, Shattered and ruined by those who swore love, Broken by that which I dared to love
There are days that I dare to dream otherwise, Of what a home would be for me and mine, Of how I would fill it