I envy happy families. The ones with strong bonds. All of the ones that aren't quite like mines. In mines, I'm familiar with being used. I know what it's like to be physically and mentally abused. Told to love my abuser and being left bruised and confused. You tell me blood is thicker than water because you never walked a mile in my shoes. Blood took me through hell plenty of times and never came to my rescue. Some people I call blood are no better than satan. Some of them are no better than a cop who's a racist. It's sad that I can only speak nice words about a few. It's sad that I won't get an apology for all the things they put me through. It's sad that I can't speak to a lot of them when I see them in public. It's sad that because of favoritism my brother and I always got treated like we were nothing. My aunts and uncles overlooked us but I bet they didn't overlook my cousins. Because they expect us to be just that, absolutely nothing. But all that matters is that my mom believes. I'll use my unsupportive family members as motivation to succeed.
