Everything in me says 'Stop' but the fear in me says keep yourself alive.
Ever since I can remember, I've been terrified of messing up.
Because in my house, messing up was unheard of.
My head was always bogged down with the fear if getting hit.
I would set there some days in total panic hoping that he was in a good mood that day.
Toys flew, dishes broke, holidays were ruined.
I would walk around the corner peeking around hoping he wouldn't see me.
Sometimes if he saw, I would become his personal slave.
'Go get my socks, go get my boots. '
'These aren't the boots I wanted.'
Nothing was ever good enough.
And nothing ever will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem