You were at your room drawing

The aircon in your room is making you cold, this coldness is normal for you in fact.. Your family is much more colder than this

Drawing is your form of escape.. An escape to this world.. this non-perfect world

You were the middle child, You were neglected and misjudged.. You were given less attention from everyone, even your loves ones, They only thing that makes you happy and feel loved is your drawings, you love drawing yourself with your family, "friends" and pets.. You have drawn yourself with the achievements that you have.. But with your parents putting the medal in your neck, Your siblings only gets attention, not you, and it will never be you.. I mean just look at you Desperate, an Idiot and.. an attention seeking wh0re

They would never love someone like you

You continue to draw but suddenly, The memories of your past is flooding through your mind.. The neglect and emotional abuse that you've experienced on your childhood, You were the child that everyone ignores and avoid, You've always been misunderstood, everyone misunderstood you, never once in your life were you understood, No one loved you for who you are, You were forced to be the child they always want to be.. not the child that you want to be..

You hate them.. for every words, every actions they've done towards you.. you cannot stand it, why? why are you such a failure? why did they hate you? Was it your fault? if only you were just a better child that they want to be, then maybe... maybe they could have loved you...

Even now it seems that they only remember you if they need something, If they have no need for you, they will completely forget that you exist, that even if you're not there, nothing will change.. Nothing will change at all..

It hurts, Doesn't it? You deserve someone better rather than being ignored, Someone who understands your character and your passion.. you need love.. a genuine one.. but alas! Your family only sees you as the child they never wanted