By: ANONYMOUS
Staff Writer
You don’t like me.
You treat me as if I don’t matter to you.
We’re supposed to be family?
Blood doesn’t make us family.
You throw around that word, saying “You’re my family.”
But you don’t treat me as if you like me.
You love me, I know.
You don’t like me.
That’s clear as day.
You don’t treat me like my friends do.
They love me, I can tell from their actions.
They aren’t my blood.
But they are my family.
Blood Doesn’t Make You Family.