My family's life is like the dirty dishes

sittng in the sink ready to be

sprayed away.

My father is the rag trying to wipe away the

dirt. Mom is the dirt that just won't

clean up, as much as he tries to clean, the dirt

just won't go away. My two sisters are the

plates they just keep piling up trouble.

While I am the water running down the faucet, cleaning the plates, making everything look as fine as

china plates.

While I'm filled with the hurt feelings like the drain, clogging with the leftover unwanted food.