The portrait of my family
In the center, it's all fine.
Branch out, look past immediate

You will see many terrible things
Alcoholism, drug abuse, and so on
Though it gets worse

There's more mental instability
More mental disorders
More health problems

I used to worry about them
Worried I'll never see them again
Worried they'll hurt themselves

But I can't do that anymore
I used to be able to say
"I hate what they do, but love them."

I can't say that anymore
I don't hate them but I don't love
At least as much as one should love family

I used to feel guilty about this
But then I thought about it
They have hurt me too much

I don't feel an obligation to love
Due to some blood bond
or them knowing me since birth

Even if they treated me like a queen
I see how they treat the rest of the family
That will never sit well

I am just so very tired of the drama
I thought family was a safe place
But in my case, that must be wrong