They talk about me in aggravated whispers
They only miss me when I'm there
Their snide remarks make me nauseous
The pain lingers in the air
I'm broke and borrow money
Then pay it back when I have funds
They look at me like Cinderella
A fate most gruesome true
I clean and pack and wonder why
I can not be gifted there love so true
I cry and beg
In silent despair
Waiting for redemption
I have inherited my fathers defiance
And they know it too
That's why they treat me with "caring" eyes
They treat my family like royalty
While as a servant I'll abide
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The In Between
Non-FictionA book comprised of diary entries, personal feelings, and poems.
