median rune
Since birth, I've been their scapegoat,
Blamed for every shadow, every fault,
My mother, a monster, not even a human,
A creature of cruelty, impossible to understand.
She screams in my ears, night after night,
Disturbing my dreams, twisting my fight.
My father, a devil, cruel and cold,
Speaks only in darkness, bitter and bold.
How hard it is to be their child,
In this world where love is wild,
They shouldn't have birthed a soul like mine,
If they could not nurture, could not align.
Her gifts are late, her words are knives,
Taunting me with every breath of life.
Negative curses slip from her lips,
Twisting my heart with every grip.
They treat themselves like gods, so blind,
Forgetting that children too, have minds.
Summer, winter, no matter the season,
Their cruelty is my only reason.
I wish for peace in a home unknown,
Where love is real, where I am not alone.
This place, my home, feels like a cage,
A prison built by their endless rage.
I hate when they ask about my birth,
As if their cruelty has any worth.
Their existence is a curse in disguise,
Monsters, masked in human guise.
She gifts gold to those who've wronged me,
And calls herself mother? Can't you see?
I'm ashamed, deep down, to be her child,
A reflection of chaos, bitter and wild.
Their words are poison, their love a lie,
Each negative sentence makes me want to die.
I can't find peace in their suffocating hold,
Their darkness lingers, relentless and bold.
I never wanted to be born to them,
To be trapped in their web, to condemn.
They don't deserve a soul so pure,
One that longs for love, one that will endure.
I'm fit, I'm strong, I shine so bright,
Yet they never see me in the light.
Ungrateful, they don't understand my worth,
Blind to the beauty I bring to this earth.
I've seen others fight for children they could not conceive,
While they, with their cruelty, make me grieve.
I stay silent, but it’s never enough,
Every word I speak, they treat as rough.
They count the moments, the hours I endure,
As if my silence were a flaw, something impure.
They believe others' children are the gold,
But I've excelled, in ways untold.
Why do I have parents like these?
Who break me down with no reprieve?
Every day, I feel lost in this world,
Like I have no parents, no love unfurled.
And when strangers judge my patience,
They can't see my true perseverance.
How much longer can I bear this weight,
When every day feels like my fate?
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