I am my mother's disappointment.

The glint of hatred in her eyes are reminders when

the yells are no longer ackowledged. 

I am my mother's regret. 

The way she sighs looking back on pictures of a hopeful 

girl. 

Her passive attacks on my self-worth like a dragon's fire

destroying a city built in its shadow. 

I am my mother's double edged sword. 

Built from the ash and fire of a life that could've been.

A weapon made for her wielding, but refuses to strike the innocent.

I am my sister's shield.

Forged in the fires of self hatred and anger.

To protect the innocence of her childhood. 

I am my own protector.

Praying to the Gods of Old that my strength does not crack

against my mother's fury.