The thing is, the TRUTH is, that I think I am useless. A good for nothing spot on this world that should be wiped clean. Why not? I mean my dad hates me. My mom abandoned me. My sister is an addict to drugs so she's no help.

People at school bully me, push me into lockers, mess with my books, all kinds of torture they could think of. Little do they know I get enough torture at home.

I'm made fun of for the way I dress. That I don't wear make up. Or have a nice haircut. They tease like it was all in fun. When they were the only ones laughing. Little did they know my father spent his money on himself and left me with nothing.

They make fun of the fact I am a geek. A nerd. A goody toshoes. A teachers pet. That I am always the first to answer a question. The quietest in the class. Little do they know I am already ridiculed for those very reasons by my own dad.

Little do they know their words hurt and their actions hurt more. Little do they know why I flinch when given a tap on the shoulder. Little do they know I am abused, unloved and hated by my family. Little do they know how broken, how beat down, how shattered I feel.

And if they knew, I don't think it would make a difference. They would always be my second hand abusers. My second hand ridiculers.

Little do they know.