I struggle in school, yet you laugh at my failure.

You demand I wake up, screaming that I arise to repeat the same endless loop of repetitive pain.

You mock me, ridicule me, belittle me.

You tell me I’m worthless.

You shove me around and poke a finger in my face.

But one day, I am driven by fear to I abandon what little pride I have.

I ask you for help.

I beg you for advice.

I come to you in tears.

Broken. Shattered.

My soul, tarnished.

Bitterness overflows my soul.

I searched your eyes for anything you had to say.

I wished for you to do anything.

Something.

To mock me, to insult me, to at least acknowledge me.

But you turned away from me in silence, got up and closed the door.

And in the quiet stillness of your departure,

a deep, guttural torment tears its way into me.

Your words wound me deeply,

but your silence destroys my hope.

I hoped you would one day learn to love what you brought into the world.

I hoped you would eventually come to appreciate my company.

I hoped we could someday face life together.

But I am condemned to be scorned

for as long as I dwell

under your roof.