Hollow
By Barbii
He yells. I hate the screams oh, boy is he mean. I love him. Always have, yet, the way he screams at me makes me feel alone. Hollow, is my nature. I was born to be harassed. Otherwise God would not have made me so fat. Can you, be born for the entertainment of others. To clinch your father's need to yell and scream? What if I was not, in the family I am today. Would, I feel so hollow like clay? Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 07:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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