Entry 4

"He didn't have to hit me like that. I don't deserve the back of the hand. What's with the name calling?" Early on I learned the meaning of bullying. Surprisingly it started in a place that as a kid you're supposed to feel safe. Not me. Whoever said 'home is where the heart is' never been to my home. I was a mistake. A burden. An object. To be seen and not heard. Do as I say not as I do. A victim but not really. I was the cause and the effect. Troubled. A lot of tears never saw the light of day because I didn't have time to cry. Life didn't stop because I shed a tear. So I learned to suppress pain and bury sadness. Tough exterior. Thick skin. So where did that leave me...HEARTLESS