Love was setting myself on fire
because you couldn't see

Love was drowning
so you didn't have to learn to swim

Love was tearing out my heart
because someone else broke yours

Love was sacrificing everything
so you didn't have to sacrifice anything

What is love?

If you dont even feel it from your own family.

Is it your fault?
For turning into a brat?
When you don't even know what you're suppose to turn out like.

You're just and will always be a disappointment.
No matter how hard you try to be better,
You will still be A failure
Nothing but a worthless *******.

My mother is upset;
I comfort her.
My father is angry;
I calm him.
My youngest sister is scared;
I calmly comfort her.

I tell my mother:
I am bisexual;
She tries to beat it out of me.
I tell my father:
I cut myself;
He yells and screams til my ears bleed.
I tell my middle sister:
I am broken;
She hugs me and says,
That’s alright.

Image is everything, spin and white lies are addictive, destined to become ugly truths in a malevolent world, it's all about increasing your number, and binding to the best people available; you'll enter their clique in order to further enhance your image and validate your own false reality; once your host is unable to enhance your façade, they will be discarded; and you will move on to the best people available to you; in order to further enhance your image and validate your false reality.
This cycle is destined to go on and on and on throughout your entire life-cycle.
Friends and family will become worthless in time, becoming  just one of social climbings many downfalls.