Yelling fills the air, and it's directed at me. Did I do anything? No. Does he care? No. You're not my dad! I think as I cry in my room. Mom disagrees. She was my hero, and I wonder... Why would she put me through this?

* * *

I can't escape you...

You corner me and yell in my face

So I escape myself

and become the shameful disgrace.

It's all your fault!

Do you think I want be in this place?