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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required upstairs in my room i put my ear to the floor only to hear my parents screaming the argument is about me my mom yells "look at what your son has become!" Heartless, unintelligent, fake... my father replies back "hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!" whenever my family is out together we act happy like these fights never happen but every night they do and i cant tell anyone i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear? I will drag you down and i will make you hurt.. I lift my head from the floor still hearing the angry voices of my parents i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin the next morning i go downstairs with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts My father grabs my arm "what is this boy?" i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair "its nothing sir" my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?" i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door My father runs outside pulling me to the ground "are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser" My father grabs my face "you better not cut yourself again" he replies He hits my face, as i lay on the ground. I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face it was raining and dark outside i run into the house and into the bathroom looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed "everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?" I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair I become someone else, but the old me is still right there if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i will find my way
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