If You Knew the Real Me

If you really knew me, you’d know my family. You would know that I have two brothers, two sisters and two brothers that died at birth. You’d know their names and what they look like. You would know that I have a stepmom and my mom has a boyfriend that I call my ‘stepdad’. You would know that I used to hate my stepmom, but I’ve learned to love her. You would know that I’ve never really liked my stepdad, mostly because I don’t think he truly loves me or my mom. You’d be able to count how many nights I’ve slept outside, in the car, in the camper or just spent out in the neighborhood because I didn’t want to come home to my stepdad and my momma fighting. If you truly knew me, you’d know that on the outside my family might seem like the picture perfect family, but inside, things aren't as they seem.