I am a simple person but I have complex feelings. Does that make me complex?

When I first found out about my parents weed farm I was furious, it seemed as if time stopped and the world slow. But if the world stopped every time something happened with my family  the earth would never move again. I can't just run away I have to take care of Sally and my shitty parents.  Sally needs me, and this is the only home I can remember living in. I don't even remember staying at a hotel. 

I started to take care of my parents when I was eight years old. Most other kids my age are loved my their parents, tucked into bed by their parents, fed by their parents for a goddamn silver spoon. While that's what the other kids parents are doing I'm cooking for every meal leaving it on the middle step to the basement, cleaning up the vomit, I had to get money anyway I could just to survive. I had no one until Sally came along. 

She isn't my biological sister. I found her with a worse home situation than me. Before I quick going to public school I found her in a wrecked tree house starving, naked wrapped in only a blanket, she was covered in scars and cuts. I didn't know what to do. She ran away from home like I was planning to do, but after seeing her everything changed. I took her on as my sister. I brought her home I'm pretty sure my parents think I brought home a dog, because that's how they treat her, they call her shitty names like Fido, Bitch, and Rat Dog. Usually when this happens me and my father get into a fight and throw fist. Sometimes I'd win but most of the time I'd run into me and Sally's bedroom lock the door and nurture my wounds. 

Our bedroom was about the size of a small shed. We had a old rusted bunk bed, with crappy burnt mattresses. In total we didn't have many clothes, Sally had my old jeans that had to be shrunk and cut to fit her. I only had three old moth eaten shirts we cycled through my shirts sharing them.  Life was hard, every night I prayed social services would come for me and Sally. I wish on every star, I wish on any possible thing.  My wish never comes true. 

When I stopped going to public school I snuck onto my moms laptop for online school, when she wasn't tracking weed growth or equity on sales. Most of the time I couldn't get a connection for school, sometimes I did. I had to sneak the laptop out from under my parents mattress, I was only caught once and I paid a heavy price for it. My father mercilessly on end and when he was done he locked me outside for a week. When he locked me outside I couldn't do anything but lay by the door and wait for Sally to sneak me food. I couldn't go anywhere, I had no friends, I couldn't walk because my father broke my leg so if I left I would probably die before getting half way to town. I had a broken leg, nose, and a dislocated arm. Our neighbors lived miles away from us. We had no one.