Because I Am Furniture

December 18, 2017
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You don't see me as I am,

but as what you use me for.

I am there. There through fighting. Through the screaming.

The hitting.

Because I am furniture.

I sit and watch.

And watch.

And do nothing.

Eventually, the pressure on me builds.

My wooden frame begins to crack. 

I don't work work the same.

You no longer see me.

You see me as junk.

Now that I'm broken,

you're much rougher on me.

You care less for me.

Finally, 

I know I'm worthless.

You see the same.

I'm thrown away.

Because I am furniture.






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lilypadleaper said...
today at 7:27 pm
I swear when you're the kid who comes from an abusive home that isn't abusive to you? You can relate here. Though, piece of advice? I think you may wanna clean up the section right before the end a little.
 
Robbierobster replied...
today at 7:45 pm
I don't know what you mean, the entire thing looks fine to me.
 
JazzyB2002This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
today at 7:58 pm
@lilypadleaper I know what you mean, but any advice? I'm not quite sure how I should fix it.
 
beepbeppboi said...
today at 7:10 pm
You've got some talent! This one actually made me ache a lil bit inside
 
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