Broken like Glass

Society said to be proud of who you are.

But I don't even know who I am anymore.

My entire life was a wreckage,

Destroying all the good in me.

And I don't even know what's left.

My parent's divorce killed me.

Having to choose between my parents

Tore me apart.

Because my mother had taken good care of me,

And she is the best mother I can ever ask for.

But my father has money,

And a life with him means

Getting everything I wanted.

But you know what they say,

Money cannot buy happiness.

So I chose a life of poverty,

living with my mother and brother.

Every night when I close my eyes,

I relive the painful moments

Where I have to watch

My mother sacrifice for her two unworthy children.

She skipped her meals only so

We can have more food.

She entertained this cheating man

Only to earn enough money

To send us both to school.

My brother was too young then

To remember all of this.

So this pain I share myself,

For no one else will understand.

Then my father remarried,

And only two years after did we get to know.

He did not even invite me to his wedding.

I felt like such a fool when 

One day, he simply decided to

Introduce me to my new stepmother.

Then he left the country to live somewhere else,

Making is more difficult to contact him.

It was that year that I battled with a new problem,

A war I had against myself.

I fell for someone of the same gender as me

And I started to hate myself.

I scoured the internet to find a cure

Only to be disappointed.

The only thing I found were words of hate,

Which played in my mind like a broken song.

It has been seven years now,

And I still haven't mustered the courage

To drop the bomb on my mum.

Then my mother remarried,

And it was this that really broke me.

An abusive husband, a hostile person was he.

His daughter would hit me in my sleep,

I will never forget the days

I tried to run away

From this nightmare.

There was no one there to help me,

No one there to help us.

So running away for help was useless.

To this day, the pain stings.

I kills me, and revives me, and kills me again.

I've grown violent,

I'm angry at the world for being to cruel.

When I look in the mirror,

I don't see myself anymore.

In fact, I can't even remember what I used to look like.

I see pain, resentment, and sadness.

I don't like who I've grown to be.

Reviews

[Daniel]

so touching, trying to struggle with despite the seperation is a big task..... Only the strong can withstand hell on earth.

i felt something