Poems. My storys into words.

#24

I try so hard.
I try so hard to help out.
I'm trying.
You don't see the effort I put forth.
You only focus on the times where I'm to tired to even move.
When my body has given up and is trying to make me give it a rest.
Begging me to stop pushing myself.
But You only see what I don't do.
You only see what I do wrong.
I don't belong here.
This is not family.
This is not how family treats family.
And where can I go when I have no place I actually feel at home.