We, as one, should act together, stand together, laugh and cry together, yet, in this family we act as though we are built from different materials from other galaxies. We stand apart. Attack one another to the point we ride on the line of plain hatred and mental torture. We pick sides, or become traitorous bastards, maliciously endangering what everyone else knows for the sake of ourselves.
This is my stand. To disentangle myself from this horrid battle of wit, tongue, and physical superiority. Though, I can't change my blood, or who I'm related to, but I do know that sometimes blood shouldn't bond people as one group, to claim the same adjectives in description.
With this, I further remove myself from all siblings, and now believe myself to be an only child in the Britt household. Forever alone, and never concerned with the immature, vicious, and street-determined idiots I had to call my "family". Now, in all these years, I've come to grips that blood will never be as thick as water, family is not Fam{ily}, or we'll forever be intertwined with love instead of hatred and jealousy.
-I'm so depressing sometimes. D:
For some reason the first sentence really caught my attention. You are making everyone come together despite differences to hear what you have to say.
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