My family doesn't like me
I know it's a bold statement but its hard to not see it
Yes they love but they don't LIKE me
When I was on the verge of being suicidal
They all sneered and turned away
They didn't wanna see it
But oh they wanted to talk about it
And talk they did
They love to talk and talk use me as material for their stories
Yet they didn't like me
They don't like how weird I am
How i'm different
More sensitive
I cry so easily it's pathetic honestly
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Poetryi know that nobody is going to read this but pls dont copy or judge. i wrote these
