These wall feels strange.
My closet seems more home.
Am I unfitting?
Or is family becoming foreign?
Once was I the pride of these people,
I wonder where I had gone wrong...
Am I unfitting?
Or are my fantasies awakening to its reality?
Once was everything just perfect,
Now I wish only to remain in my closet.
PROLOGUE
This is a frictional piece about a young adopted child whose foster parent turned on her after they conceived their own biological child
