I'm accused of things I didn't even do. Being things that I'm not. And it hurts when you hit me like that and call me those words that are so degrading and make me feel like I'm worthless. Every time I hear you say them do you know a part of me is taken? The happiness is drawn from me like a vacuum. I can't be happy when you think those things of me, when you call people that I care about words that I can never speak, or forget.
Apparently I betrayed your trust. Maybe I did but you took my life. You took it from the day I was born and you made me do things and feel things no child should have to feel. You threatened me with a knife when I was 7, now I'm 17. Things don't change - nor do people.
