Just writing about what’s going on right now, and to make sure I don’t confuse you later in the poem : I’m 21, and the people who I come to know as family raised me since I was 2 years old.

Packing up my things
Feeling as if nobody wants me
Last place to go
Is to another family member
But it’s so sad
How if everything goes wrong
I’ll be left out in
The cold streets

But that’s not
the worst
I have to find work
In a time where it seems like
There’s no room
But if I do
What makes me
Me
Then there’s bound to be
Someone who will
Want me and help
Me have a
Place to call home

But let’s not get
Too ahead of myself
Because that thinking so far
Has caused nothing
But misery

I just need to prove
To my family
That I am somebody
Or am I looking at this
All wrong
Shouldn’t I try to
Prove to myself
What I am worth
What I know I can
Be

Shouldn’t I stop worrying about the fact
That I am going to be
Homeless soon
And start trying to make
Myself the person
I know I am
Shouldn’t I just stop
Caring about what my family
Thinks of me
Since it’s already clear
That I am nothing
To them
Even though the only
Person who sees me
For me is my father

The person who hurts
And gives me false hope
Is the person
Who makes me believe
Wants the best for me
When really it’s all a lie
And what makes it worst
Is she is my
Sister

Why can’t my life
Just make sense for
Once
I know there are
People out there
Who’s lives are
Beyond worse than mine
But it still hurts
When the people who
Raised me for
19 years are the very ones
Trying to get rid of me

I’ve been trying
So hard to make
Them want me for me
That I’ve lost sight of
Who I really was
That I’ve even lost
My voice
When it comes to talking to
Them about what I feel
That I can’t
Even stand my ground
When I’m right
Because I try
So hard to
Please them
And it hurts inside

What am I to them
But the real question is
Who am I
And what do I mean
To MYSELF