They act as if you are not even their,

They look at you in a very blameful stare,

You seem to be nothing in their greedy little eyes,

im wondering why they put on their disguise.

Their is nothing that you do that they can appreciate,

They are the ones who need to be locked up behind this gate.

They tell you to ask if they need any help,

Then its turned around as your left with a welp.

Why would any one treat their own flesh and blood,

like their nothing,

and throw them in the mud?

They came from nothing as well you did too,

But they have nothing compared to you.

You made something beautiful that their now trying to take,

They'll soon realize they've made a mistake.

When they mess with our family their messing with god,

for we know the truth that they do not.

They never treat you with any respect,

In the end they'll only regret.

Im closing this poem with the thought of you, and letting you know now that they will soon too.