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Journal

Wednesday, March 7


The Innocent one

In a family of five,
I am the second child and
Always being bullied,
Always being nagged at.

Mum adore youngest,
Dad the eldest son.
Next child and a female,
Thus being left out.

Being teased at being ugly,
Being called names like stupid pig.
Parents, sometimes don’t even know,
And took little action about them

Possessions taken,
Without permission,
Privacy invaded,
By that sister of mine.

Parents sided her,
I have no choice.
What can I do but
Reluctantly obey.

None to confine to,
Except for myself.
Thus kept all the unfairness,
At the bottom of my heart.

Every day,
My heart filled.
With anger,
With hatred.

Day by day,
My heart grow.
As it is filled,
With unfairness.

Then one day came,
My heart was full.
But more is added,
And it overflowed!

My heart burst and bled,
I took the chair and hit;
It hit her face and she cry,
Brought my mum and I died.

Blamed for what she did,
Punished for what I did;
Angry for what they did,
Cried for the innocent me!

~ { 18:58 }
AnnGie;