My Life

My Life

My life is a living hell,
But you could never tell.

My family is like a growing vine,
And everyone thinks were doing fine.

We are all so poor,
The driver side was our front door.

Both Mom and Dad are in jail,
But we 3 are making it,
But feeling like hell

We're living in a run down apartment,
Hiding from the DHS department.

We're all sticking together in loving mode,
And in each other’s hearts is our home