My Family Is a Candle

My family is a scented candle
melting down to a puddle of wax

Dad is the glass, holding the crooked candle up as good and stable as possible

Mom is the wax, melting as she takes and takes from the burning fire but never gives back

My two brothers are the flame, flickering and licking about looking for more attention to steal from me

And i am the wick, about to burn out if everyone keeps putting more pressure on me.