People seem to think families are so good,
Well,
Not all are.
Mine for instance,
They kick me out,
Take out anger on me,
And then throw me away like a rag doll.
I'm here then I'm not.
The house I live in,
I may as well not.
Only time I get noticed,
Is when I do something wrong,
Even an accident,
I get screamed at,
Kicked out at times...
So how can I think families are all well and good?
I am related to literally crazy people,
And get to have their troubles,
Thrown on me.
I'm only 16,
How does it make sense?
I'm supposed to take care,
Of a 51 yr old man,
And my 19 year old brother.
I,
Have to get a job when money is needed,
Clean and pack the house.
They bring me in the middle of the divorce,
And I have to help pay for that too.
I have more knowledge of the real world,
Than they'd ever know.
So it's not a learning experience,
It's my life.