Being the youngest out of six,

You’d think I was spoiled and had it all.

But I actually worked hard to get everything I had.

Everyone had access to support from my dad while they worked and continued their life and new families.

But I worked to pay all the house bills while taking care of him.

Everyone got to claim him for their taxes. 

But not once did any of them considered me for him being dependent on me.

I was seen as always taking advantage. 

While I tried to continue going to college to get my own career and future.

I don’t ask for sympathy.

For I am not one to want to worry you with anything 

I’ve learned and adjusted my whole life

And now you think I want to beg you for anything 

I am tired 

I will be okay 

But atleast I know I do everything in my power to help everyone around me 

While everyone just steps all over me 

And when I finally set boundaries 

It seemed like everyone in my family hated me

I am tired

I don’t need no sympathies 

I asked for helped once, twice, even three times

And no one came to help me

So why would I ask for help from my “family” 

When the patterns showed me,

That no one will ever help me.