The thoughts keep coming back The ones that force me to remember A few years ago I had to endure Your sharp teeth Among my delicate flesh Bruising my skin When I kept telling you to stop it When I kept trying to push you off of me Screaming Crying Because I didn't want that I didn't want you, My step-sibling, To give me hickies Around the age of 9 I was scared But you wouldn't budge You just continued to create them As if it was normal
You'd try to make me hide them As if you painted black marks On a board And tried covering it over With white Every foundation we tried to use Wouldn't be able to work Because it was too light for me And was dried out And I would have to cover it With my hair
I would have to live with the fact That no matter what I try To bring attention to The hickies You left on my face and neck, No one would believe me Or do anything about it There was absolutely no discipline for you
Terribly tired of being your toy.
I SWEAR IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT PLEASE DON'T COME AFTER MY STEP-SIBLING PLEASE. I DON'T SUPPORT ****** AT ALL AND DON'T CONDONE TO ANY OF THEIR ACTIONS.