I am from broken picture frames.
I am from 911 calls and dropped charges.
'Why wont mother just leave him?'
'I don't know.' I reply to my little brother.
I am from dark thoughts and slipping grades.
I am from a fake smile.
I am from lying to hide embarrassment.
I am from hating my mother, I will never come back.
I am from screaming.
Nobody will ever understand why I shut down when someone yells.
I am from false apologies and manipulation.
I am from the cycle of abuse but I will not fall victim.
