OHHH! This looks fun. I want try. I can't promise it's good though. I'm just going to wing it. I guess this will be about me or something IDK
Ever since I could remember I had an addiction
Not only to fiction but to our family picture
"Why is ours different then the others, does ours even belong"
Steven had six people in his.
Jeff had eight in his.
and Jessica had ten in hers
But ours, ours only has two
but why, was it me?
Everyone has at least three.
Why couldn't I be like the rest.
Even when all I ever gave was my best.
"Just because we don't have much doesnt mean were not Strong"
Since that day the picture remains the same
A reminder of the pain.
It's so bad, I hate it...... but I'm going to leave it here . Is this even considered Poetry ? Well maybe someone will like it. I would also LOVE FEEDBACK!