Strangers.

I have a father.
A drunk man.
A man who can't control his anger.
A man who shouts at his wife in front of his kids.
A man who doesn't save up for his child's education.
Instead, spends it on booze and smokes.
A man who breaks anything and everything in his sight when he is drunk.
I feel lucky to have a father.
I have a mother
She doesn't understand me.
She expects so much of me.
She expects me to follow her path.
I don't get my freedom.
I live a trapped life.
All i see on her face on a daily basis is disappointment.
Disappointment because i am not ready to do what she wants.
It hurts me.
It makes me feel bad.
I am lucky to have a mother.
I have a sister.
A very talented you girl.
I love her and care for her.
I wouldn't want to see her hurt.
Even then, i rarely have a minute's conversation with her.
She is lucky to have a brother.
Same house, yet i feel like a stranger to my own family.
Sometimes i feel I'd be better off alone.
Sometimes i feel i should run away and never turn back.
Where will i run off to?
Who will i run off to?
I have no one.
I am alone.
I am a guest.
At my own home.