The real family

You think that I care really?
Do you?
Of you said yes then your wrong.
Dead wrong.

From what I have been put through
life doesn't matter to me doesn't mean anything that it used to
No now its means hell.
Because I'm stuck here against my will.
With them.

With the so called family that loves me.
But they don't.
They lie and use me.
Everything they do is better then me.
Everything I call hope and mine.

They throw it away breaking it into pieces
before I can reach and grab it back into my embrace.
Locked away in my room
I write and dream to myself.
Always myself.

No more freedom
but a cell that I stay in against my will.
Everything is my fault
when something goes wrong.

The pain and past is put onto my shoulders.
So what can I do.
I have no where to go
but into the real world
which they made me afraid of.

Their yelling, the beatings.
They lies they tell me
that I'm nothing and don't belong in the world.
Not this world.

I have no looks no brains
but I have a soul unlike them.
I have a dream
that will come true someday.
I have me.
And that is better then them.
Always better then them.