Not a Perfect Family

I don’t come from a perfect family,
It’s not an average family,
It likes to play the role of a happy family,
but I know,
We know know better.
We never been happy,
I never been happy.
I never smiled truly in my family,
Especially to my parents.
I only tried to smile to siblings.

I play the role of the older sister.
I know my role and I do it accordingly,
But I can never pull it off right.
When the parents are the critiques.

When they tell me,
“You are no good,”
“No one one would love you for your looks,”
“You will never make it in life,”
“You can’t do anything right,”
“Why aren’t you a normal child?
“Why must you be an embarrassment.”
“Can’t you pretend to be the child I wanted?”


I can never be perfect,
I can never be good.
I am a puppet and they are the puppeteer.
Moving me with their stings.

In my family no is happy,
My mother is scared of my father,
Yet refuses to leave him,
For she loves him dearly,

My father is an cranky old man,
He’s disappointed in everything we do,
Mostly me.
I could never be the son he wanted,
Even though he already has two.

He hurts and abuses us,
Breaks us also.
But we stand up again,
Not to worry others.

My siblings and I were raised to believe this was okay,
And even though he doesn’t hurt us like before,
It still hurts when he breaks our spirit.

Running away,
Hiding,
And refusing to enter our house is he is there is a normal thing,
Mostly to me.
I refuse to be in the same place with him,
Even more my house.