My Father.

Just writing my current thoughts on what I felt like when I found out my father has been cheating on my mother for over a year now. A lot of people get bullied in school. I was bullied by my own father. Fat, lazy, going nowhere in life, dyke, fag, retard… The list goes on, but never let anyone treat you like that. You have a voice of your own, and if someone tries to talk down to you, you have just as much right to use your voice as the bully does. Stay strong to those going through similar or worse situations. You got this. Never give up.


He stands there smiling like he didn’t break our family apart

My mom blames herself, holding on to what’s left of her broken little heart

A family once solid, how could you do this to us?

You kept her a secret, yet you still look at us and cuss.

I thought you were my hero, my best friend, but guess not.

You ruined my mom and I, all because you thought the Colombian was hot.

You threatened our safety, the look of compassion in your eyes no more.

You won’t move out of the house, cause you said it’s all yours.

You called me a dyke, said I was a stupid fag.

You said my mom was good for nothing, but picking up a rag.

Manipulative, destructive, much worse than the Grinch.

Someone tell me it’s just a nightmare, please just give me a pinch.

You said crying is for pussies, guys who do it are weak

You have two different identities, it’s like hide and go seek.

You call blacks racist names, and say Hispanics are all “Spicks”

Yet you think you’re so perfect, Mr. White Supremisist.

You pay for her to stay loyal, why’re you so scared?

She was found in a prostitute park, but you don’t think you’re prepared.

Well, your secret is out and now everybody knows

What an awful human being you are, so you might as well just go.

Please leave my mom and I, we’re better off without you.

I get panic attacks every day, not knowing what you’re going to say or do.

One minute, you’re laughing at the Family Guy show

Then the next, you’re calling my mother a hoe.

You’re no longer my father, I lost all respect for you.

I‘ll never be like you, my birth father, who?


Indestructible: Excerpt from Chapter 1

“Things will be different soon. I’ll meet new people, stay out of drama, and be who I really am.” Saying that was one thing, but really, who can predict the future? Not everything you wish for or declare will come true. Life isn’t based off of Aladdin or Cinderella. You may wish upon a genie lamp, but high chances are that there’s no genie inside to grant your wish. You may find a glass slipper, but there’s no fairy godmother that will take you away from your chores, or your evil stepmother. This is the real world, meaning that not everything is what it seems, and fairy tale movies are simply a facade to cover up the struggles within reality.  

Let’s flashback to the beginning of high school. High school is portrayed as this new chance to be yourself. It’s supposed to be somewhere where people are beginning to get out of their middle school habits and preparing for their life after school, such as the armed forces, college, and so on. Maybe that’s how it was in other high schools, but most certainly not in mine. Fist fights broke out almost every week at my high school, but there were more fist fights than verbal fights. When verbal fights did break out, it was mostly through the internet. More than anything, there was the beginning of, a website where you can post anonymously about or toward people. It sort of reminds me of Gossip Girl with the anonymity and the bullying.


Looking into the forest, all I see is black

Where’d reality go? I need to snap back.

Searching and searching, but time is running out,

Look far ahead. What’s that all about?

I’m struggling everyday to get things right,

but my mentality can no longer put up a strong fight.

A deep breath, possibly two to calm me down

I look over to see them all wearing a gown.

Laughter fading out, falling into the pit.

Maybe I should just quit.