Blank

I read about how other people feel the same I read about how I feel but yet I still refuse to say anything I tell myself that I shouldn't feel this way because other people have it worse But yet when I acknowledge the hell I've been through I also realize that I'm not the one to blame I didn't choose to raise my sister's I didn't choose for my mom to choose drugs over us every chance she gets Then when I'm no longer angry and feeling misunderstood I go back to being blank feeling nothing but feeling everything just blank