My Thoughts On Paper

The Third Poem: Middle Child

My Momma hates my Daddy

My Daddy hates my Mom

My mom hates my stepmom

And I don't understand

My brother gets all the praise

And my sister is so pretty that

I wish I was her

But she is slowly going downhill

In Drugs and Alcohol

My siblings, they beat me up

And gang up on me

I love them so I won't do a thing

I'm not smart

I'm not pretty

I'm not skinny

All I do is stay in my room

And talk to the walls

My brother is spoiled

While I am away

I miss so many things

My Momma doesn't even visit me

She complains that I don't call

My brother saying it's all my fault

He says I have it good

But Depression is something

You don't need

Anger and hurt

Assuming and dirt

I just don't understand

My Momma hates my Daddy

My Daddy hates my mom

My Momma hates my StepMom

And I am in the middle

Once again

Middle Child

Bruises and Cuts

Siblings must

Fight back

They say

I won't hit them no

Hatred and me being

The middle child  

(A/N Hello everyone! My name is AlyssaBallard65 and I know this is the third poem and I am just now introducing myself but hey! Gotta start somewhere y'know? I will try to update when I can so it could be a few a day or once a day or whatever! But I promise to not leave you hanging if I have to chance to update. If I am busy I am so sorry but it happens! I am 19 years old I got a life ya know? ;) )

Enjoy~