Family’s just.
An empty word.
Evokes no meaning.

Just spelled letters.
Cursive cursed.
No meaning to me.

It makes me sad,
Other people have,
Something I cant stab at,
Real hugs when things go bad,

From some one you care about.

I lost my home.
When I was 5 years old.
Became complacent and detached.

From gene.
Sharing people.
Like.
My dad.

I was supposed to be.
like them.
Instead I'm the way.
I am.

Holding no golden fleece.
Just a mind with ideas.
Released to them.
No meaning.

Holiday days are the worst.
I cant hold their hands and for sure not my words.
The only time I feel anxieties with them.
They ask me how I am I ask them how they can't.

Feel, what, I, feel.

We aren't a family.
We are just guilt.
Guilt to love, people, you hate.

And go to their funerals, buy them presents,
And,
Bring flowers, to their graves.


But I don't want.

To love them now.

They forgot me growing up.

Now my homes burnt down.