Least Favorite

this poem us about how my family doesnt accept me and how im there outcast

I sit and stare for they seem as nobody's there.

I get a funny feeling inside,

wishing my parent could see the real me.

I wish and pray every day,

wishing that someone will wake up from this nightmare.

My sisters and brothers running like crazy as i sit there unfazed by the lack of care,

for i am my parents least favorite.