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. "