When I was young,
I was happy.
A chubby little blonde girl,
No problems,
No worries,
No insecurities.
I grew up,
Learned that my own father didn't love me,
He left when I was born.
I never met him,
Never saw his face,
I ignore him on Facebook,
Knowing he will hurt me even more.
My family has problems,
That I can't fix,
and everytime I walk into my home,
I feel dread and loneliness
Pain and darkness.
I shut my door,
Knowing that if I leave it open,
My family will hear my sobs of pain,
Through their screams at each other.
I built a wall when I turned 11,
Promising myself it would never fall.
It has,
And I rebuilt it,
But I only allow certain people I love through.
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