• She called and swore and my cousin,
    It made me full of hapiness,
    that someone i loved but wasnt blood-related supported my side of the family
    for once.
    She's a young girl, but a kind heart inside,
    People think I'm crazy.
    People don't know anything.

    Insomnia from guilt keeps me up every night.
    I wont get a full nights rest for awhile now.
    Not until it's long forgotten.
    But if they keep bringing it up,
    It's my fault, not hers.
    Even though I didn't have anything to do with it.
    They're mooching off a loved one
    And plotting schemes against our own.
    Did I fuel the fire?
    Or just show them what it's like to be in my shoes?
    Which wouldnt fit her feet, ofcourse.
    My sister's a suckup, always in need
    I feel like the reject, now the scum of my part of the family.
    See, our family is split up in twos,
    One half is good,
    The other is mooching off a loved one who is handicapped,
    And moved into his basement without permission.
    They ruined it; remolded it.
    Which it didn't need.
    I wish this family would get along.
    But the question is:
    Are they mad at me? Or them?
    I should think before I do.
    But if you're nothing, would doing something really matter?
    I don't belong here,
    Sending me off to another foster family would be their best choice.
    The loved one, is my grandfather, well, foster grandfather.
    A tree fell on him, they didnt think he'd make it.
    He's almost capable of walking. Which they said he'd never do, either.
    They're taking his cash and blowing it on things they don't need.
    My "grandmother", whom died of cancer, once told my mooching aunt she chose men before her family.
    Honest truth.
    She called my grandma "that woman" for years, and wouldnt step near their house.
    Then they got an anonymous letter saying "Hahaha, we're going to get all your money"
    Joyous, hm?
    I hate them all, but does it really matter?
    It seems like I don't exist to either side.
    Her current hubby, my aunt, is a pervert.
    Really.
    Don't trust them.
    No matter how "angelic" they look.
    All I want is to be seen as a somebody, given affection and love.
    Why wont anyone get along...