Yaicha is named after a song
by some group from the last century called the
Pousette-Dart Band.
Something about a girl,
a candle in the falling rain
shining amidst the pain.
I kind of surprise myself
when I can picture Yaicha as that candle.
My father named Yaicha after the "haunting melody."
I wonder if he ever listened
to the lyrics.
I never realized
till now
how hard the brain has to work
to make the body do what it asks.
Or maybe how hard the body has to work
to ignore
the brain.
With all the
dizzy galaxies
hot gases
dust at the speed of light
neutrinos running through
everything,
no matter how powerful someone is
here on Earth
they are just as small as me
to the vast greatness of
outer
space.
Then
why don't I tell on him?
If they don't,
why don't I?
Because.
Because I am safe this way,
silent
unnoticed.
Stichwörter: young-adult abuse young-adult-fiction
Why am I not good enough?
At least he loves
Darren and Yaicha
in some way
even if it's horrible,
he shows them attention
and I am furniture
I get nothing
nothing
nothing
no thing
Stichwörter: ya abuse young-adult-fiction
People are most honest
when they don't know you are listening.
I think that is supposed to be good,
that I get less
from him
but I feel
worth
less.
Stichwörter: furniture alone lonely abuse worthless because-i-am-furniture thalia-chaltas
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