pity

She glanced at my face, i was scared again.

We had an argument, another time, the same daily action, which is leading me to decline.

She held my things, she throwed my heart, shattered into one thousand pieces, again, and i sweep the crumbles silently, as i remained calm, without a heart, without a soul.

today she shouted, she told me "I would treat you as you treat me, but with you my heart wrinkles", and i dont even now what that means, the only thing i learned, is about her pity.

in her house, im nothing but a stranger, who sometimes they call daughter, i feel like that, so alien to my own house, because this structure is no home to me.