Do You Even Care? (Poem)

Do You Even Care? (Poem)

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Apr 20, 2016<5 mins
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How can you go home to a place where you feel like no one cares? To feel like you need to go just to see your father so he doesn't think you hate him. But go home to a place where your step mom will ruin everything for you, and make everything a big deal.. Even when its small But also have a little sister who is so mean to you all the time but you don't know you said something horrible that she'll never most likely ever forgive you That little sister is sorry. That little sister loves you... Even though she said she hated you..... She doesnt hate you She loves you But with the big and little sister knowing there dad will never stick up for them... Only your mom will To be yelled at all the time, but also the person yelling at you says.. "You're not apart of the family..." You never were and never will be.... Going to bed crying.. Waking up to a pillow drowned in your own tears..
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