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by Ro-ro
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1683800
You can't pick your family.
So here it is,

How I really feel for you all.

I know my eyes betray me,

But you deny it all.



I never had your love.

Not a single one of you.

My mum,

Especially her.

My dad.

My aunts.

My uncles.

My nana's

And my grandpa.

None of you wanted me.

Not a single one.



So there are days I'm left thinking,

Well why did you bother?

I've told it to your face before dad,

Mum shoulda had an abortion.



For some reason it made you angrier.

Why? I dunno,

I'm the one who should be angry.

Upset and alone.



I know I ruined your wedding ma,

But you chose to get knocked up.

I know I was meant to be your little girl pa,

But you chose to leave us.



Yeah dad I never forgot.

I was what?

About seven?

Eight?

Your baby boy wasn't even two.



Yeah I know you feel guilty dad.

You didn't see your little boys Christmas at home that year.

But what about me dad?

Why is it you hate me more every year?



So mum,

We'll never get on.

Sometimes I hate you.

Sometimes I just wanna run.



Yes little bro.

Oh I do love you so.

But how you get on my nerves.

And how it grates them even more,

When I see how much they care

It makes my heart so sore.



Don't worry rest of family,

You're barely even worth a mention.

I can't believe it took eighteen years to discover

That I was a bad omen.



You've stared into my face for years.

For years you've lied about your so-called love.

And I used to believe it.

I used to buy that so-called love.



I'm not stupid.

Nahh you all knew that.

Because you used to threaten to beat me,

Kick me out,

Never talk to me,

Unless my grade sheet came out straight A's.



I'm sorry ma and pa,

I'll never pay your way.

You pretend it's all a joke,

The way you say I'll buy you stuff one day.



I'm sorry ma and pa,

I'm not moving anywhere with you.

I'm sorry little bro,

I'll never be angry at you.



I'm leaving with the love of my existence this friday.

Pity, you won't know about it til then.

I'll be gone

Stabbing you in the back on the way,

But I know I'll have a home,

With a proper family

Before the end of the day.







If only I could break the news to you this way.

For years you've hurt me and now I'm going to fight back.

I've been counting days since I turn 18 but at only 17 I found my door to the future.

For years you'd driven me to self harm and self torture and even nearly death. Now I'm leaving while I still have some of my soul left.

He loves me mum and dad,

You've known that for ages.

We're engaged mum and dad,

Have been for nearly a year.



We're gna grow old and have kids together,

Maybe you'll see it,

Maybe you won't.

I won't hold my breath for you to keep in contact.

I won't welcome you if you ever ask me to talk to you.

What my future husband chooses to tell you will be his prerogative,

But expect nothing from me mum and dad,

It's all I've ever expected from you.
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