Tears fall down my face in a fit of rage.
Angry that I couldn't say what had to be said.
Angry I couldn't flip the page.
For to them, my story was useless and full of lies.
To them I did horribly.
To them, I was irresponsible.
However, they did not see the broken television.
Or the boy who yelled every time she said a word.
They did not see me spending time with her,
and calmly coloring birds.
They only saw her making merry as the theme song came on.
They only saw me sitting down in a desperate attempt to relax.
They only saw the tears which proved me overreacting.
