maybe
family
are just
those people
you scream and cuss at
when you're mad.
and still
go back to
when
you're not,
anymore.
maybe
they're
the only people
you can truly
both
love
and hate.
maybe family
are
those people
you always ask
stuff from
when you want it
and never when
you need it.
maybe
family
is
what makes
you who you are
and
everything
you try and keep
from being.
maybe family
is
the background
against which you are defined.
and
you
are just
the
space
carved between
thier
identities.
