*Warning this poem may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is advised*

I want it

to be fair,

that's all

I want.

I want

a father

that's not 

like a coin,

a brother

who could

act "normal",

I want a

grandma

who is alive,

a grandfather

who is in my

life not

Portugal.

"Life isn't fair"

"Be grateful"

"Deal with it"

I know

I am

I'm trying but I can't.

I want the

scars littering

my thighs to

remind me of

how far I've

come

not the

struggles

I now

face.

I want it to

be fair.

Why can't it

be fair?

For once,

can it be

fair?