tears are like blood
every time I cry
the help I wasn't
able to shout
is killing me
the praise I will get
if I follow their orders
doesn't make me really feel
like their real daughter
this house isn't a home
but a battle field
when words are guns
and doors as shields
adults know everything
but why are parents
so clueless about
what their child's feeling?
a perfect family
doesn't only require
a dad, mom, and a child
but also respect
