Unseen
People tell me I’m lucky.
They say I have the best parents in the world.
They tell me things like “I wish my parents were as nice as yours!”
But what they don’t know,
What they don’t see,
Is just how cruel my parents can be.
Behind closed doors,
The mask comes off.
Say hello to these monsters who birthed me.
People tell me I’m lucky.
They have no idea.
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