My workshop piece due for Halloween Day

My Life

When I was young I had a great life.
I never thought of boys or ever being a wife.
I was always popular and had many friends.
When I got to 6th grade, my friendships came to their ends.
My uncle was a drug dealer, actually he still is.
He’s sold drugs to my friends until the cops got in his biz.
I hate my uncle with a passion that burns fiery red.
He is, to me, my worst enemy. Okay, enough said.
For the past few years I have been called fat.
I never understood who would talk about my weight, but it was my mother, in fact!
She still calls me fat many times a day.
I guess I can see why, and lose some weight, I may.
My parents said I could have a boyfriend when I turned sixteen.
But I don’t think they meant that, especially with what I’ve seen.
I can’t talk on the phone or hang out with guys.
It’s almost as if everything they’ve said has been nothing but huge lies.
I’m sick of all their bullshit and I want to move out.
But I have no job or money and that’s without a doubt.
They think I’m still a virgin and that I’ve never drank.
Will I’m not and I have and I have them to thank.
They give me all my problems to which degree I can’t stand.
I wish that someone, anyone, could lend a helping hand.
Just once I would like to get high to see how it makes me feel.
I don’t expect to get addicted but just one time to deal!
Maybe I’m wrong for wanting to try it.
But just once I would like to say “I don’t give a shit.”
I don’t think I was wanted by my mom or dad.
Maybe I was a made a mistake while they were being bad.
I want to get out of this family, get out of this house.
I feel like my life is the cheese and I’m the little mouse.
The troubles in my life are addicting, so addicting I can’t get free.
I don’t think there’s anyone in my family with much love for me.