I confess that I have no home.

What is a home?

Does it involve a family?

While others see a perfect life,

Others think my dad remarried to a decent wife.

Though my life seems happier as I smile and laugh,

I’m still motherless with no fairy godmother to guide me through the right path.

My sister befriended pills trying to find shelter in its high.

My father had neglected the one thing she left behind.

Neglected and alone,

We, the three siblings, trying to survive the unknown.

Do you still think our smiles were genuine?

This image is a lie, a lie to let an immigrant gain citizenship,

To make everyone forget about my past.

Others can't see it as they’re fading so quick.

My scars are still visible to me;

From my legs to my arms even the ones in my head.

I stopped painting with blades, but I still have no family;

Not even a place to stay.