I am not broken

I am not alone

I am not sad

but I am trapped.

I am not worried about my family,

my friends, nor myself.

I am not afraid to be myself,

but I frightened that I do not know.

Not knowing is the scary part.

Waking up to a fatherless home, some nights.

Seeing him cry and wondering why

I am afraid.

I am a friend.

I am an enemy.

I am different, never too many words,

I am Esperanza.