Sometimes I feel like everything is my fault,
My stepdad says so.
My cousins death,
My stepdad dying,
My mom's grey hairs,
Her stress and pain,
Pain and stress and things like that,
My sister Meghan's annoyed radar going off,
Just everyone's pain and stress.
Let's just say I'm not so innocent like you think.
I've made mistakes,
Everything is my fault,
There is no way to deny it.
I've already accepted it....
Access Granted.
I learned not to scream a long time ago.
Learned to bite down hard against pain,
Keep my little mouth wedged shut.
Fighting back was useless, anyway.
I was fragile at three,
And my step-dad was a hammer.
Girls are stinkier than boys when they get dirty, he'd say,
Scrubbing until I hurt.
And if I cried out, I hurt worse.
Where I come from is tangled up in those faces I see.
At least, I'm pretty sure it is.
It's all so confusing,
Especially when people I do have insist on keeping secrets.
So see everything is my fault.
-Sometimes but not all the time. ~Rose
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn
