Most of the time I’m latching locks on doors.
I’m afraid of all the emotion coming out.
I’m afraid of judgment.
I’ve afraid of showing my emotions.
I feel like they win if they see my emotion.
One time I was at my house.
I live with my grandparents upstairs
Cause my mom was abusive.
I would make it a point to never let her see me cry.
My mom would get a look on her face like she accomplished something.
My mom lives in the basement.
Once you walk through that door you get this feeling of anger.
Something bad is going to happen.
It’s a place I don’t like to be.
Especially with my mom in there.
It ended up her trying to drag me out of the basement by my ankle
My grandparents were like, “Stop! Stop!”
As soon as she saw me crying she stopped and just went downstairs.
I felt defeated.