Life a pain or a pleasure?

As I grow

At one I walked,

At two I gained a brother,

At three I felt content,

At four I was at grandma's more and more,

At five my mother left,

At six I became very shy,

At seven I was known to be kind,

At eight I was bullied,

At nine I was some what emotionally broken,

At ten I had the police called on me,

At eleven that's when I gained three brothers and four parents.

At twelve I was ignored by them,

At thirteen I was called names by people....

Mostly my mother.

At fourteen I isolated myself and I've changed my personality.

I'm not an angel to them because I know what they say about me.

They've said it to my face,

While I'm near them.

"When she turns 18 she's going to kill me, even you."- my step mother said once to my dad.

"Slapping you is not enough, --------."- quoted by mother, when she slapped my repeatedly.

Do you see how I feel?

I hate everyone in my family.

My brother who is only 11 sat in the car reading a damn book,

While I was being abused.

RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!

I won't forget what they've done to me,

Nor will I forgive them.

This is just the beginning,

Because just like she said,

"slapping you is not enough,"

I swear on my WATTPAD that I'll get revenge,

One way or another.