I am invisible.
I dont matter.
No one talks to me,
I only talk to others.
and they respond.
sometimes.
only the kids who dont wanna be mean.
My “family” doesn’t care.
but it just sucks that my family is only blood to me.
I try my best but they don’t care or notice.
They only see me as my past mistakes.
I was going to apologize
until they call me an ungreatful brat.

Now, I’m debating if 2 years is that long.
I’ve always wanted to make it this far,
having little hope I would. 
But now I’ve lost my escape.
Now, a week seems too long.
How the fuck am I going to last 2 years?

With my birthday coming, 
I’ll be able to say I did my best,
I made it all the way to 16. 
I will try to make it for 2 more days.
But 2 more years,
seems like a star,
shiny, bright, something everyone wants;
but hunreds of miles away,
too far to actually reach.

and with a star-crossed lover,
mixes all of them up,
making me want to try harder to reach out,
but rearanging the sky every time I get too close.

so place your bets,
ladies, gentleman, and everyone in between,
take your pick to see,
which “2” the stars choose,
days or years?

I pray I’ll know the answer tomorrow.