Cuisinart.

I know that you were surrounded by rat traps as a child,

so why was I the one that always got snapped?

You had to fend for yourself a lot, 

so you worked late to give me everything I needed

but why did you not believe me

when I said I was full?

When I said I didn't like something, 

it wasn't a personal attack, but you always acted as if it was,

and forced me to then drink my dinner,

blended in the cuisinart, 

mushrooms and pasta for the 5th time this week,

when all I wanted to do was go to my room

and read the books that you'd given to me,

disappear into the alternate universe that Sai King had created

because somehow the horrors that he had created

were more appealing than this.