Through Her Eyes
From the day I was born,
I knew I was not wanted.
Through my eyes she saw darkness, fear, hate, envy.
This world is not all sunshine and rainbows,
This world is," Let me use your face as a punching bag,
so i can let my anger go through to you."
Anyone who was ever around me says they never knew what was wrong.
Everyone who was around knew I was nothing and pathetic.
And for everyone who ever put me down, I am gone,
Not metaphorically,
Literally.
“I can hear dad’s footsteps coming up the stairs.
This time it will be different. "
This poem is about:
My community
Our world
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