If there's one word that can crush a scared little girl, its weak. My uncle called me weak. That's the one thing o fear most. He called me small. The one thing I'm picked on for. He told me if I'm sad, hide it and cry when I'm alone. The only thing is, I've done that for three years. It did nothing.
and it all comes down to that one word. Weak. I'm unstable. I cry in my sleep. I'm scared of my dad. I'm called small at school, and told I'll never grow by my sister. The one thing I try to avoid, is being weak.
