Tender as the day too young then gone
too young to grasp and seize it rightfully strong
dumbstruck youth to sigh anon
blown by in a season young then lost
the venereous cries
of love now  gone.

Sometimes tears just don't happen.
Sometimes you feel your soul crack like glass
And watch the pieces fall in glittery shards
To a floor that's as unforgiving as those who made you this way.

You live under a roof of psychotic misfits. You have such a gentle soul and should not waste time arguing with someone who will not see your value. You are blood but you have no ties to them. Choose your family cause sometimes the one that's provided will throw you under the bus.