So many things to say to each of you,

most of which I probably never will.

So much pain we’ve caused each other,

and yet I love all of you still.



I am glad

that we’ve finally learned to work things out,

and I’ve come to terms

with what I know I can’t do anything about.

Still I wish

that our relationship was no so forced

that we could really talk

and try to understand each other more.

I have learned

how not to let the things you say

make me feel bad

or see myself in a different way.

I try so hard because you’re my family.



Sometimes I think

that you are really my best friend,

but other times

I’m so afraid to let down my defense.

I think only you

Understand this twisted brain of mine.

How can this be

when you say such hurtful things sometimes?

How can we feel

so very many of the same things

and yet react

in such completely different ways?

I still confide in you because you’re my family.



I have always

trusted you with most everything

I’m glad that now

you finally feel that you can trust me.

Now I know

you blame yourself for everything that went wrong.

You think somehow

you failed us back when we were young.

Well you should know

that none of that was ever your fault.

I know that you

loved both of us with all your heart.

I want to help you because you’re my family.



You are all my family.

You will always be my family.