I thought i was the child you loved the one you tucked in every night

I thought i was the child you cared about caring bandages even in times where things felt right

When did i become so ugly and unwanted

Called names and unspoken to as if i murdered your parents

Treated and looked at like a problem with no earthly or spiritual solution 

All the times i cried and you looked at me like i was crying in the rain

All the times i wanted to speak and you looked at me like i spoke another language 

It still hurts, in the place where my heart is supposed to be

I stopped crying long ago

I stopped trying to talk a long time ago

I just hope that my kids wont look at me how i look at you