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

           happy...