"My own kin"
Born into true home made sin
corruptive ways
rejected by my own kin
reoccurring emotions bound by
rotten dreams
pen and paper my one true friend
mental games riddled with tension
family hatred wilted by quilt
a sticking trend
conflicting parents
with no time to spend
wasting on black sheep
a helping hand
that knows not how to lend
common ground not to common
fixable mind that's way to broken
battered sunshine
reflections of words unspoken
bitter moments
backed by hidden memories
relatives who know only how to sin
evil hearts
murdered mentally by my own kin
It is a pity when property wrangle take place without any other consideration but money and material.