They say that they care and call themselves my "brothers"
But this poison that they feed me makes the worse than all the others.
Between all the things they do and all the things they say,
I hide behind this fake smile but I'm really not okay.
Tearing and picking with grimy hands at wounds that just won't heal,
Then condemn me when I cringe, I guess I'm not allowed to feel...
But somehow it's my fault every time
They steal from me
They lie to me
They cheat me
And they beat me
I guess this is what they mean by "family"...