Where do I belong in your lives? I never fit in to the picture. I wasn't smart or pretty. You got a nobody when you had me. My sister is the pretty one and my brother is the smart one. Instead of having a beautiful, smart child you got a child that  could not talk properly. You got a child who would always get in the way and would do nothing right.  Mom, you decided to leave when that child was 14. You didn't notice how your child got bullied at school, cried herself to sleep to a world of nightmares. You didn't notice the meals she would skip. You didn't notice the scars and cuts all over her body. Instead of noticing you thought after 14 years of constantly yelling and putting the child down and comparing her to her siblings, you had enough. You didn't want to be a mother any more so you left for a man 20 years older then yourself. And as the days turned to weeks and weeks to months your child became the mother of her siblings. You didn't notice.  And you dad, you never noticed when you would go to far. Insult after insult. You didn't notice that every time you called her fat she skipped another meal. You didn't notice when you yelled at her for failing and fucking up at everything she did that she would stare into the mirror wanting to be dead. You didn't notice not at all. You didn't notice how the bruises you caused would damage her skin and mind forever. You didn't notice her fear of you and men she had. You didn't notice the tears she cried because of you at night. You didn't notice the pain you gave her. You didn't notice the bruises and tears she brought home already. You didn't notice.   Neither of you noticed how the smiles faded and the little girl that once was there no longer existed.