Family

It's hard to determine
What truly is a family
When my family doesn't
Even want me.
Everyone is born with
Two parents. A mother and a father.
My father
Had to determine
Whether it, meaning I would be safe if I lived with
My family.
They say they love me.
But quite frankly I don't believe them. What I don't
Understand is that I expect for love when half the time I can't even
love myself. What doesn't
Add up to my father
Is why? I question constantly when I think of the past: Why me?
It's hard to determine
My absolute true feelings towards my family
For when I'm with
Them I feel as if they're not there. And when I'm with
Them nothing seems to go right. What doesn't
Add up in my head is: What truly is a family?
My father
Is a hard worker, he is very determined.
Determination is what makes up my family.
I'm confused with why they don't want me.
I was born with a mother and a father.

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