I grew up in the shallowed space of my mo's heart
My mother crafted me from her failures
My twin taunted me into being this broken down vehicle I am
Tokens of regret from my sister stuck in the empty rusted slot that is my mind.
My father left me in the dark, sinking under my caved in ceiling
Faded behind my sisters' shirts in the back of the closet
Trampled under the tires of my brothers dirtbike
Suffocating from those toxic words, "I love you."
Trapped behind the notion that always meant forever
Fleeding from everyone's misjudgments
I am not who you think I am
I am just as damaged, broken, and bruised as everyone else.
And just because I smile, does not mean that I am