The Fucked Up Family Of Mine

My father was a drinker.
Saying just one glass is enough but after he has gotten a droplet of that poison,
One too many bottles followed.
             My mother was an angel.
Always here and there.
Everyone would say she was so strong.
Raising four children on her own
One not even being her's.
             My sister "The Knob"
She has already gone twice around before she got to high school.
Once there she was called "The Knob" because she was so easily opened.
            My sister "The Junkie"
From Cocaine to Meth to just a taste of Angel Dust.
In and out of rehab, yet it doesn't seem to do it's job.
Stealing and lying.
Using and Sleeping around.
Infected with HIV with a baby on the way.
   My brother "The Juvenile Delinquent"
At age 9 he got his first criminal record.
Stealing, with somebody hurt in the process.
At 10 he got locked up for possession of marijuana and a lethal weapon.
Boy is still locked up and doesn't seem to understand.
From within he managed to keep adding things to the list.
    And then there is Me "The broken one"
The scarred, the bruised.
The screams that don't escape my throat.
The tears that don't fall down my face.
Both physically and emotionally abuse.
Used and then dumped.
The ugly duckling.
I still wonder how I made it this far....
Especially with this fucked up family of mine.