Why is it
That she hates me
For barely
Even existing?
What have I done
So wrong
That I became
Your punching bag?
Yes,
I don't meet up to
Your or anywhoms
Standards
And am not
As perfect as
My sister
But why always me,
Mom?
Why snap at me?
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Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
