Vent Poetry -Just One Of My Problems-

THIS IS JUST A VENT, YEAH. I DON'T VENT OR WRITE POETRY A LOT, SO THIS KINDA SUCKS.

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My Mom.
She thinks I'm a bad person.
It's indirect, but I know it,
All the things she wants to say,
She doesn't even have to show it.

My Dad.
He's not blood,
But I liked him,
Before he showed signs of disgust.
Now I just want to drop him.

My Sister.
She's only little.
But you should see how she acts!
Poking fun. Calling names. Pushing me around.
How does Mom not see her horrid acts?

My Family.
They seem nice,
But once you have to live with them.
Their whining, complaining, yelling, hatred, pushing. Their slow torture,
You won't even want to know them.

One person.
Only one.
She lives with us all.
But she's the only one who understands.
And she doesn't make me feel bad at all.

-Catherine; Broken, beaten, fooled, all with a smile on her face~