When I was born,
the screams and horrors in
my little old house
caused my mother
to cry every night.
I grew up around
fights with knives
and constant threats and arguing
that made delicate hearts s h a t t e r
and young ears b l e e d.
I live to help others
to make sure that they live in the greater good
away from the horrors that may arise.
I work to be successful
to make sure I do not become
the evil that I grew up in.
Most people think
that I come from this
lavish, spoiled household -
that my life is all-around
everyone judges you so immediately.
They reach assumptions so quickly
that soon their judgments are spilled from their lips
faster than they realize what they're saying.
I grew up in this
hurricane of a house
with paint peeling off the siding
with tension arising as you step through the door.
this house has made me see
who I do not want to become.