A home should be filled with love,
Not hate.
A glamour of perfection
But I see its ruined state.
They welcome them with
Warm embraces.
But I see through their
Deceiving faces.
A family I once thought as
The perfect masterpiece.
Now lays broken beneath my feet.
Tainted with hatred.
Smudged by impurities.
This was exactly what I despised
And truly feared.
My family.
My own protective wall
is rotting and crumbling.
Leaving me vulnerable
To the world's
Evilness and insecurities.
A thirteen year old
should not feel this way.
As if she is dying inside
A little bit every day.
She feels worthless for not doing anything.
She hates herself.
And she blames herself
For Everything.