They say it’s genetic

That everything I do

Revolves around family

My actions

My words

My hopes and dreams

Then they tell me

That I look like

My mother

When she was my age

I cringe

Before heading towards the bathroom

Pulling out scissors

It runs in the family

The ignorance

Hatred

Depression

Anxiety

That they all had it

When in reality

They don’t

All they do is yell

Give me pills

Not really giving a shit

But they would say anything if it would shut me up

Giving me reasons

To scream

To shout

To run and never look back

Failing in retrospect

I cannot, I cannot

I cannot run from my family

No matter how hard

I try

I can’t run

From the people

Who gave me life

But treats it like trash

Making it seem like a

Mistake

Telling me lies

Closing me off

Making me feel

Like a monster

In my own skin

Because I can’t be me

Without their criticism

They’d never forgive me

They’ll say I’m crazy

They boil me alive

And shut me out

It runs in the family

Like a disease

Spreading like wildfire

Until I turn 18

Where I can run

Using every last ounce of energy

To escape

And make a life of my own