Your bare feet is standing on the cracked floor. This home’s
as same as you left, but you never feel get used to it.
Funny how you feel homeless when you’re at your actual home.
How many times left ‘til we could pretend nothing is happened? How many hearts
that need to break to pretend everything’s okay? These years, aren’t they enough?
You take a deep breathe, take a look at yourself in the
mirror. “Hold on,” a lie you told yourself. You smile a little just to find
your tears start streaming down your face. You only know lies for your whole
life. You start to feel you don’t belong here, you shouldn’t be here.
Nothing’s harder than being their daughter. When everything
you said were just like whispers and everything you felt were just invalid. “Don’t
cry”, “Don’t get mad”, “Don’t be weak”, they said, creating the monster you become.
You choke yourself as you try to stop the tears. Bringing back
in the monster that you recognize the most. Their creation. You close your
eyes, tell yourself lies you always tell yourself, and when your eyes are open,
everything will be just fine.
