The Way I feel Inside

Always to busy for me
Why should they pay attention to me
The middle child
I liked it better before dad got his job
At least then he could spend time with me
He's the only one I really talk to
I can't call my friends
There to busy doing other stuff
My moms to busy
And every time we talk there's an argument
In her eyes I see it
All I am is a screw up
My brothers to young to understand
Even if he did he'd only make it worse
He has such a temper
He loses his then I lose mine
I always get punished
He just gets told don't do that again
Then my sister
My perfect sister
Who hasn't and never will know my pain
I love her with all my heart
There's just to much difference though
She's to busy for me to talk to
So I lock myself in my room
Exploring my imagination
Creating the perfect family
One I feel I actual belong in
Not one I feel I was just dropped into