Standing alone in a corner, finding the punishment justified, 
needing to feel their disappointment, to let me know I am alive. 
Because I have learned negative attention is better than silence 
at the dinner table. An unstable fuel that always came through to 
let me know I have failed. I am feeling unsatisfied and afraid; 
will I find safety in these lonely days? Looking back I find 
cracking foundations where childhood memories rest and when 
that angry voice strikes my ear I will finally be put to the 
test. Do I need the fire to keep me going or can I do it on 
my own? Now I have shown a tear, reality is near a place I call 
home. Is there strength to be found in memories left behind? 
Times have changed I found me to blame and wounds will heal 
with time. Let the past go.