Pressed as it seems 

Just feels hard to acheive 

Its tuff to fly high 

When their words fall like sleet

You'll hear the click when the seatbelt goes on

But you won't hear the cling when we toast for congrats

It's crazy we call ourselves civilized

Do you love her with one kind open heart

The human who raised me would always say 

"Do for yourself, cause they won't do for you"

Its funny when people say 'I love you'

Don't care if your blood, the terms 'i like you'

This poem is about: 
My family
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