Shattered glass on the floor,
A sheet instead of a door,
Bugs and rats I cabinets with no cover,
This is how I lived just me and my brother,
Times were hard so I thought then,
But the bad hadn’t even begin,
Bruises and tears on my face,
I’d rather be dead than go back to that place,
I sit here today with my head held high,
But when I think of this my head goes down and I cry,
Shadows creep towards my dreams,
And wipe away every thing and it makes me throw out screams,
I wish I hadn’t gone through this,
But now I look at it as that’s what made me strong,
I will not break down even if it all goes wrong.