Why am I hear? I mean in this home, in this school, on this world in general? It's like when I try telling my problems I get told that I'm being selfish or overreacting but why? Am I being selfish telling them how I feel? Do they want me to keep my emotions balled up into one space? How do I handle a brother who hates me who does anything to show his hate? What do I do about a little brother and sister continue to let them speak to me any type of way? What do I do? Do I tell my other older brother that I want to be in his life that I want him to tell me how he feels or continue to let him walk around like I barley exist? And what do I do about a dad that live in Texas away from me and just really wants me to stay away from him unless I need money? And what do I do about a mother who is so clueless it suprises me how she take care of eight children? And last but not least a step father who hates me and treats me however his day was?
This is a poem written by me from the heart. And if my friends are reading this just act like you didn't I really need the pitty from strangers. And for my readers please give me advice.
Love,AJ
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