A Broken Family.

To be continued in many poems.

My family were not ones who showed loving emotions.

My family was not a close-knit one.

My family had many issues, many unresolved feelings.

My parents would fight and scream,

Every single night. My mum would accuse my dad,

Of stealing money, not paying people correctly.

But then it got worse, much worse.

My mum started accusing my dad

Of thinking that she was cheating on him.

She told me all about it, all of the 'facts',

Everything, she spilt it all to me. 

I was her confidant. But I was too young.

I was too young to have to listen

To all of the tales she unraveled to me,

At least once a week in the car ride.

My dad was never there to hear her,

He was too busy working his life away.

I was only 12, barely a teenager. 

And I was an adult's confidant.

My sister, she was the perfect one.

She seemed to have the perfect life,

She was definitely my parent's favourite child.

She was the one who had it easy.

She was never to suspect a thing.

She never knew of the rants my mother had.

Nobody ever told her.

My dad, he was never there for any of us.

He never spent time with us, work was more important.

He worked, every day, 24/7. No breaks.

And me. I had troubles of my own.

I had school issues that I couldn't handle on my own.

I had emotional issues, that have now become scars,

Never having the chance to heal.

But our family was beginning to crumble as well.

I had that to deal with, as well.

As our family was beginning to break,

I was the glue, who held it together.

I was everyone's confidant, but not my own.

I was becoming more and more uptight,

I was the only person who had the power to fix things.

I was the only person to stop this family.

But when I finally lost that control,

When everything finally slipped out of my hands,

I lost everything.