They tried to cover my ears

so that I won't listen to the commotion was one of thier fears

But I could feel the noise beating on my heart

They thought I wouldnt be that smart

Overlooked it in my past,but it still continued and reduced me to pieces

She calmed my mind through the kisses

Now I feel everything too deeply to ignore, all the fights at home echoing through my core. I was abused, stabbed by the words they threw in anger, each word a stone that sank in my chest like an anchor.

They crumpled me like a paper and didn't even say a sorry

All my mom could say,don't u worry

The daily fights and arguments,the toxic words they threw

Let my anger brew

And I unleashed my pain and emotion

They belittled me as if I'm just overreacting and not my notion

8 of us including me live in this so called family

Why do I feel so empty and lonely?

They said I was too much and just a rebellion

They didn't even care to listen what I had to say,as they kept blabbering the stupid shit as a hellion.

I'm just falling apart day by day,as the so called family breaks me.

I wished freedom could exist,like a bird i could flee

Trying to find peace in the chaos

Maybe found some ambition as I went across

Why did I even get born here as if I'm repaying the debts i did in my past life

Their words that slitted my throat with a knife..

Everyday i feel breathless, trying to live and survive

Like someone who can't swim On a ocean she dives.

My aunt watched everything with that smug little stare,

acting like chaos wasn’t real and she didn't care.

She'd twist every story before it even began, turning my pain into gossip like it was her grand plan.

She compared me to cousins as if it was her sport,

tearing me down just to feel tall in her own court.

Every word she spoke felt like a knife she threw,

cutting deeper each time she said, ''Why can’t you be like them too?''

She pretended to be holy, disciplined, and kind, but her poison was the first thing I learned to mind.

With her fake morals and loud mouth so proud, she judged me in whispers, then insulted me out loud.

My aunt added fuel to fires that weren"t even mine, turning small sparks into flames every single time.

She'd shout, she'd mock, she’d push me to break, then blame me for the mess she helped create.

To her, I was just a puppet she could pull by strings, another child to bully, another story to cling. She loved when I struggled, loved when I cried, it fed the emptiness she carried inside.

She called it 'discipline'but it was pure hate, a bitterness she carried that I had to intake.

Every time I spoke with facts and gave her the bitter medicine. She would be talking shit to my mom and hurting her just to be seen.

Had to mask my mouth and not let the truth out. For my justice my mom had to face her complains throughout.

Boastful and full of pride because she had more money than me Considered us inferior and dirty just as we are to be.

She wields her power like a crown of spite, dismissing women’s voices as wrong or light.

She rules with tantrums, fragile as glass, every little slight a storm she amass.

If joy blooms for others, she wilts in shade, turns compliments into daggers, her ego displayed. A word, a smile, a taste she once claimed, becomes a battlefield, nothing left unnamed.

Her mood is law, her anger a sword, everything is attack unless it’s adored.

Her rules choke women, her words spit fire, every voice but hers crushed under desire.

Every lesson she taught tasted like venom and spite, as if my existence robbed her of some imagined right.

She was envious of me and my success made her blood boil

She cursed my blessings and would put an evil eye on me and spoiled my soil.

One thing I would always be thankful of her would be...

To never be like her and just me.