There is poison running through my veins hereditary passed on from both sets of grandparents. my parents never had a chance neither do I There is a silence between our conversations unspoken words drawing us away from each other Our kindness to each other is generosity The days are spent waking from nightmares Iād rather be living in to grunts of good mornings Waving goodbyes at school Grunts of greeting at the car and afternoons spent in dreams once again Till I finally wake up, late evening, switch on my online world and speak to the family I wish I lived with There is sadness running down these walls Emptiness between occasional hugs Hatred slowly growing in hearts We will probably never speak again once I move out This normal for me, for the many millions living the way I do Why I want to love them the way normal people do My family are strangers under the same roof I don't even know what they dream about