Dysfunctional family
You call yourself a family
but live so unhappily
mom smiles in people’s face but
when she’s home
puts people in their place
Dad stays quiet , don’t know what to say
depressed with the life he live
every single fucking day
The sister , from my dad side
ive only seen once or twice
never thrice
not 3 times
way to complicated for an adult to put into place
shit just turned 18 couldn’t called and wish it happily?
well this is the family
that calls themselves a family but don’t live
happily
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