I am currently living in hell now,
for having vile family members.
They're so bad for me somehow,
horribly worse as their tempers.

Feeling messed up with all of them,
they'd give me hot-tempered thoughts.
All four of them could make mayhem,
making me sense such horrible loss(es).

Thinking of them as just evil folks,
having me frowning to just all four.
That'd retain for my brain's chokes,
now I'd close my bedroom's door.

I would hate them as being vicious,
making me thinking to going away.
Whipping down now so suspicious(ly),
since as every harsh night and day.

I am now actually feeling old,
and so currently being as an adult.
My mind would need to unfold,
with a sickness, I'd have insulted.

Spongebob has such funny episodes,
which has me watch, feeling as a kid.
Then my spirited instincts could explode,
under any of gazing, seeming: third eyelid.

It’s amusing, to watch like a child,
while my attention seeming absurd.
Since I love watching, thinking wild,
just to any whimsical, funny word(s).

I could watch just then any day,
so could have instinct elevated.
My feeling do not then seem gray:
my thoughts aren’t complicated.

There are so many harsh words,
that aren't meant to being heard!
Any striking, probably never kind:
Daddy has several upon his mind!

We can all having some bad days,
that then won’t going our ways!
Daddy has several all with others:
then he's bellowing just at Mother!

Daddy yells so much: it’s just sad,
he can then just getting easily mad!
Mother would actually keep quiet:
because who’d want to start a riot?!

While working wrongly in schemes,
tough at Mother, as Daddy screams!
She would actually be keeping calm,
Vietnamese, he's hollering: "f* Mom"!

Pictures are usually so nice to edit,
while poems are also amusing too.
My works have been given credit,
so with my computer, days seem blue!

While I try to happily strive every day,
my eyes are then set on my works a lot.
As I do seem them on really good display,
I have my works set in correct thought(s)!

After many of my nice portrayals are up online,
my posts are liked by friends and family members.
Seeing as I have them praised to be "nice or fine",
that's how I am able to amusingly able to remember!

I love writing poetry just so much,
as words would be kept in thought.
While I really think of words as such,
any could then have them really, a lot!

In English, I used to have A's from teachers,
and they would compliment on my scripts.
As they had my regarded written features,
so many had be recognized, and picked!

Throughout the times which I would write,
I would then have them posted nicely online.
Of course I would love to read them on site(s),
seeming them usually to be pleasantly fine.

I had some of my poems been applauded!

I love my younger siblings lots:
having one sister and one brother.
We keep ourselves in our thoughts,
because we cherish one another!

Tammy is my sister's name,
while my brother is then Tim.
I love keeping our pics in frame(s):
both sibs look great to me, so slim!

We're chatting online so much:
keeping each other up, of course.
Usually loving to keep in touch,
together, we're kept: a strong force!

On holidays, we stay back at home:
to play games and take tons of pics.
We're all kept together in good zone;
our hearts are all definitely so fixed!

Beating up is how I feel today,
since I grasp to be really sleepy.
Perceiving needing to then pray,
it's sad: I'm sensing, really ******.

I'm keeping my head up, slowly,
because I'm enduring to be tired.
Having me then did feel *****,
I don't need my parents, required.

Holding up my really slow head,
is really, just indeed, truly hard.
I’d thought to stay back in bed,
but Mom and Dad will not guard.

I don’t know why I'm so drained.
Washed-out is how I currently feel.
It’s hard to keep my wiped brain.
That's how I hope that it can heal.