The words cut as sharp as the knife in my back. How can you say this to me? I live my life, I survive every day, to be more then I could be. I live my life to avoid being thought of as bad, as evil. To avoid being anything like him, like them. I beat myself with the guilt like it's a whip in my hand. The weight of the world, it is a feather. The weight I carry, a ton. You were suppose to protect me. Your turned your eyes away. How could not know? How could you not see? No, instead you ignore my screams in the night, when sleep is even allowed. You don't know me, you don't know my pain. And you do it, you say the worst thing. You say I can be same as them. Thank you. Another week, I won't sleep again. Good night Mother.
Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963