Medaling With Lives

The first words of the last

I'm just a kid right? That's basically all I have been to everybody. I'm tired of it too. Some days I just want to scream and shout, but I can't.
See I live a life where I'm free, but I'm not. My parents on the other hand. Well they're about as free a chickens. There always seems to be a web somewhere. Web of lies. Blood. Betrayal. Sometimes even family problems. They all get caught up into my web. I dont know why since mine is so small.
I mean how could I honestly have this many bugs caught at once? Its so insane that sometimes I think I'm going insane, but I'm not. I'm just a person. Who's got a hell hole for a family.
I do what's possible though. To try and reach the top of the rocky sharp hills, so the flames dont burn, and hurt as much sucks, but its possible. I have always wondered what its like in different homes. Sometimes I think its funny when spoiled kids tell me they want to run away, or how they hate their lives.
Some days when its tough working with Satan. I give up all hope, and give in. I do what they please, and never complain. That's what keeps me in the high tide. Some days I fight with them. And I end up always being sunk down, like an anchor.