Growing up was never easy for me.
Pain is all I've ever really felt throughout my life.
When I was a kid, my parents abused me and shunned me,
my sister, they loved and adored, whereas, I was cast aside.
I'd try and do great in school and obey my parents.
But, my father would still beat me whenever he felt like it,
my mom would lock me in my room for crying,
even after my father had gotten done beating me,
I spent every night of my childhood crying myself to sleep.
And at school, I'd find myself being bombarded,
with a plethora of horrible names and rhymes,
and during recess, I'd be chased all of the playground, and when I'd lay down from exhaustion, I'd be dragged all over the playground. I was always too tired to fight back after being chased.
And everyday, I'd wish for death, no one ever wanted me around.
I was medicated for how I'd react to the abuse, the names, the pain.
Pills in the morning, pills in the afternoon, pills at night,
I wasn't living, I was being an unwanted te