Lately I've been treated just like a step child. But there's not a soul who can deny that I am your best child. Your other two always treat you cold. Your other two don't listen to your voice. Your other two act like children of satan himself. All I ever wanted was to be heard. Instead of being heard by you, I have to deal with being ignored. I have to deal with wanting to speak to you, but choosing to hold back every word. I give you advice when you have problems, but when I have problems you won't help me resolve them. You just reinforce the belief that there's no point in talking. Just last week I wanted to talk to you. I was looking for some guidance to help me with all that I was going through. I tried that, you wouldn't respond, so I left to cry alone in my room. Your actions make me want to do better and treat my future kids better. I promise to make my home feel like a home, rather than feeling like a shelter. Somewhere to love. Somewhere to bond. Somewhere my kids can grow up with a better childhood than mines.
