The younger children gets all the attention, so they say. Well my mother
was an older child that was always left out and ignored, so she has chosen me to take it out on. I have moved on she says but that isn't how it feels. She gives my sister everything and my the broom to clean the house with. I am the younger child. I am the one who is tortured. I can't let her get to me. I won't fail like she expects. I don't need her to survive, I can do this on my own. I will be an amazing person and prove her wrong. I won't turn out how she expects me to be. I won't listen to the snide remarks. So I have messed up, but one nude photo or one bad night doesn't make me a bad being. One depressed season of life doesn't mean I will commit suicide. I am stronger. I will fight. I will become the person only I know I can be. I will become me.
