"Family"
Maybe to someone else they are home,
But what's home?
Where is mine?
It's certainly not with them.
When you tease me dad it hurts
you may not know it but you are ripping open healing wounds that I'm trying hard to fix.
Mom are you even there?
I'm scared that one day I'll scream your name and you won't come.
Though the years why didn't you help me,
I asked if I could stay home and you said:
"We can't have you at home"
I know what you mean,
You are too much of a hassle at home, stay at school.
My siblings turn their heads
When I cry,
When I scream,
When my mind is deteriorating.
Trying to block me out.
I think they learned it from you mom
Because you talk about me as if I can't hear,
As if I'm not in the room,
As if I don't exist.
YOU ARE READING
Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
