My parents are not proud.
My siblings are not glad.
My friends are not real.
My family thinks I'm mad.
I'm slowly falling apart.
I am waiting for the day
When some one thinks I'm good enough.
I'm waiting till they love me.
I'm waiting for them to care.
I'm waiting for that day,
I try my best to stay.
I can't wait for them to hold me.
And whisper in my ear
"You matter"
I'll shake and hug them back.
"Thank you"
Waiting is a real hard thing.
Especially when you know
Who they are, where they are.
Just not if they care.

-3nwlry