I wish my family was like what the world describes,
Warm, happening, cozy and bright…
Each other’s guidance whenever you require,
Singing together like the magical choir.
Sadly, the words above fade when compared to my life,
As everybody is busy sharpening their knives.
My family hate me, their eyes gaze with ire,
With unknown hatred burning like fire.
Dad is busy with his ‘Still Bachelor Life,’
No time for his children or his so-called wife.
Business and friends- All he’s known for,
He has taken us for granted, the word “Family” he ignores.
My happiness, success… My sister envies my smile,
She hates my patience, all my success files.
I love her still she insults me everytime,
Our relationship is not less than a rotten lime.
My mother is confused, stuck between us,
Whose hand to hold… Whose heart to trust.
When provoked she shouts and calls me a ‘nuisance,’
Wishes I was never born, she yells and abuses.
Still at times we smile, together we laugh,
These moments inside me I save as drafts.
However maybe, but ‘my family’ it is…
Can’t let go of it… Even if it stings.