Friday, 24 July 2015

punching bag

I realized there was something very wrong with my family. Something i  had known all along but never acknowledged it.

Everytime something went wrong
If brother made a mistake
If dad got upset
Or if mum got angry

I was the punching bag of the family.

I was both blamed and vented upon. I was both their release for frustration and their eye sore. They hated and loved me for their problems and pains and for never speaking up against the pain they caused me.



I am but a skeleton
A girl who never loved herself
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