One minute you're happy;
the next, depressed.
But throught poetry,
is the only way in which feelings can be expressed.
She is nice only when in a "high" happy mood,
but then just as quickly turns hateful.
She will never truly be greatful,
of all the things she has.
Why must I be tormented?
With such a disfunctional family?
I hate everyone in it and cannot survive,
soon I will have to roll over & just... die.
That day be sooner,
then others expect it.
But I will be happy to get out of this...
my life of being rejected.