Was I a mistake?
Were you disappointed at birth to find I was not what you wanted?
Did you want to give me away to rid yourself of a burden?
Did you keep me of fear of being judged?
Did the birth of your son a year later make you happy?

Your gaze send shivers down my spine.
Your voice cracks my ear drums.
Your words cuts deep into my heart like a knife.
Your hands bruise when they touch.
Your presence suffocate.

Does seeing my sad face make you burst out with laughter?
My bony body is showing you that I am hungry
Hungry for your love and affection.
My achievements are mockery to you.
And if my pillow could talk, you would be ashamed.