Family Poem by Daisy May

How do you fix a broken family?
When three of the four kids are loved?
I am the second oldest of four siblings.
The oldest daughter.
The one who never went out as a teen.
Like a third parent to younger siblings.
When Mother passed away,
More responsibilities fell to me.
I grew up too fast.
Didn't have a normal childhood.
Always been this way.
Always will.
Father and I butt heads.
I don't feel the love that use to be there.
Glad he remarried and found happiness again.
But there's been a strain.
After Mother passed.
After he remarried.
I don't feel welcomed at my childhood home.
Can't go over there,
Without anxiety creeping up fast.
Sitting in my car,
Trying to talk myself into going.
Texting my younger siblings,
Telling them I can't make it to their birthday party.
Feeling like a failure.
Like I let my parents down.
Like I let my siblings down.
Like I let myself down.
How do I fix my broken family?
I don't think I can..