I used to think that you went out of your way to make me feel inferior, that I would never measure up.
That you thought that you were better and brighter than me. What makes me so sad is that I used to believe you. You made me feel that I had to pay for every little mistake I made.
I really used to hate you until I realized that in itself was opnly causing me hurt. You did not care about what I thought, my feelings were irrelevent. I came to understand that my hatred was only giving you more power over me.
I could never believe that you would hurt me that way. If you were supposed to love me, I would be afraid to see your hatred. Your indifference and failure to see me as my own person has left me with a scarred heart.
You always taught me that family was suppose to stick together yet you have done nothing but drive me away. With your criticism and hurtful words.
It took me quite a long time but, I think I am finally starting to heal from the wounds that you inflicted on this scarred heart.
