"I didn't deserve the filth bestowed upon by name, by the very one who'd gave it to me.
My father and I had never really seen eye to eye,
Yet I was still fighting for his approval.
When he lost my respect,
he had the audacity to wonder why, although it was his daggers that led me to cry.
The scars on my wrist were suspected to be from the hurt of a boy,
But each and every slit, every slice, I was the one whom had payed the price.
Don't wonder why I look at you with a tear in my eye, then go back to blaming a guy.
You are in constant demand that I take reponsibilty for my actions, yet won't admit when it is you who is in the wrong.
Your antics are predictable, now on a loop, like a repetative song.
I hate you,
I really, really do."
Along with a string of compliments and praise Ms. Macolli began deepen it with questions, the kind I wasn't ready to answer.
"I watched a movie last night, and I woke up this morning and compleatly re-did the assignment, I think it's imperative that we keep in mind, nobody knows what goes on behind closed curtains, a cliche I know, but truth it speaks." spoke aloud, but kept my sight close to the ground.
"Well, I think we can all agree that it was very eye opening indeed" She complimented once again, I couldn't help but notice the saddend smile, behind her expression.
Was she a victim of parntal abuse?
I was so distracted by my lowly hung chain of thoughts that I missed the bell ring and and sat behind the rest of the class in silence.
The others had left, the halls and corriodors flooded with adgitated adolescents as I remind silent, trapped between the four four bare walls of my imagination, I often zone out, but this was different, something wasn't right.
"Em?" The sound was faint but I recognised that angelic voice anywhere. "Emily!" It got louder each time it rung through my system, "EMILY!"
Snapping me back into reality, I was led out of the door by my arm, almost asif being escorted from a jail cell.
"What happened in there, is everything okay?" She sounded worried, and that I couldn't allow, I had to think fast, burry the past, hide the hurt in my voice.
"Yea, sorry." I had to lie, what other choice did I have? "I just got lost a daydream, ya knowww, just the usual..." I trailed off in order to create a bubbly mood.
It pains me to say, I can't buldoze the walls, cemented by my own dainty little hands.
