"how come you never talk to us? "I'm just a quiet person, i lie. do you want to go home? no, i lie. i can't come over because I'm sick, I lie. "wow your dad really loves you"yes I know, I lie. I'm tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of lying.Tired of pretending that everything is fine. "You know, you're my eldest, you can talk to me about anything, " he says.Yes, I know, I lie. I saw the car.Space for their third child but no space for me. She told meThat I was taking up space. Everything is not fine. No, in fact, everything is wrong. My life there is wrong. "When are you coming over? " my sister asks. I don't know. Soon, I lie. I'm tired.I'm tired of receiving the abuse and trying to act like I don't notice.Tired of ignoring the words that DIG into my skinAnd leave deep marks on my brain. I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend.