Growth is recognizing the parts of myself
I would rather not think about.
Growth is standing up for myself
a little bit more than I used to.

But when I’m laying in bed
the TV sounds like my mom’s voice.
And sometimes I still flinch
when someone walks past my door.

Unfair is you growing for eighteen years
while I struggled to survive in my own house.
Unfair is you becoming a person
while I was abused into constant numbness.