You praise me in front of others, then when it's just us you throw me on the ground again and it hurts so bad but you wouldn't know. Always making me question myself and my actions. Then when you've totally broken me, you pretend to be nice but I don't even want to talk to you. There's a storm brewing inside me as I don't express my feelings freely for the sake of the unity of the family and my dad. But at times like this I wish I was like other girls who have their own car and drive. But I always remind myself that after hardship comes ease. I think that this time will pass and better times will come insha Allah  (God willing).