Dragged out of my chest,

my veins searched for it’s source of

life.

She was not there.

 

The look of shame in her eyes.

The disappointment in her voice.

I am not what she assumed,

what she expected me to be.

I am different and she is

scared.

 

She took everything.

They both did.

I was nothing.

 

I was alone,

left with hateful whispers of

what I would become.

The terribleness of my nature.

But I ignored their stares, becoming who I am meant to be,

realizing who I was and

where I stand as myself.

Although I strive, they haunt

me, still watching my every move.

 

Her eyes and his.

They pressure me still.

My parents.

Trying to get me to believe and to be what

I am not nor who I wish to be perceived.

 

Only through

the vision of their eyes.