I dont know how to start this off but ill give it a try

Should i just tell everyone my story or should i just, lie?

Lets make this more accurate and simply tell you the reason, the cause of my pain.

Some of you may assume, “her life is great” many of you don’t care about my mood.

When my mood and my attitude is based upon one thing

That one thing doesnt seem to be me.

Confused, put down, mistreated, misunderstood, abused, shut out, left out.

Try living in my shoes and youll see for yourself you wont be able to scream or shout,

Seriously the way i would scream, “stop stop, i dont like this”. Wouldn't help because he didnt stop touching me any less.

Not even me, crying on the floor, having that tension on my skin wouldn’t stop burning. it wouldn’t stop hurting.

Funny to see how people claim they love you when you are forced to accept it because you dont know any other type of love then the one they make you feel.

You expect things to get better when all it does is circle around you.

It goes from “you're doing great honey” to “you don't know how to do anything at all”

Or, “you have so much potential” to “you're not worth it, you are a waste of time”  

You can easily avoid criticism by not doing nothing saying nothing or being nothing.

Feeling so useless you know what it's like being in a dark room that the only noise you hear is your sobs how much you need to be loved. From how much you need to comfort, to be held, to actually feel wanted. The voices in your head telling you to just give up. That you are a waste of space but you know what, I'm still here. I'm still here proving people wrong from all the hurt they put me through. From all they push me down to.

To the point I gave up on myself with no hope or confidence.  

I'm still here, standing up for myself, demanding to be acknowledged, to be

heard.

Im here proving my point that no matter how much people kick me on the ground, no matter how much of a bad life I am going through, you'll see me with a smile. I see the good in people but people can't see the good in me.

What can I do? What can we do to prevent from someone feeling so low that they want to be swinging right above us.

But I'm still here, proving my parents wrong because they expect me to be the same as my sisters who have no life other than the ones they have growing inside of them. Their expectations ruined me, but I'm still here. Living my own live. Being my own person. But in the end im the one stepping in my own shoes and cleaning them as when they get dirty.