morbidXtasy

My parents come to pick me up from school, You laugh, whisper and point at my parents and me. I never say anything back or cry, I love my two dads and they love me. My family is perfect, yours is not. While you eat alone at your home. I'm eating with my two fathers, laughing and smiling. You're lucky to hear 'I love you' from your parents every few weeks, I hear it every day. My parents never fight, while yours does. People come up to me and say 'Two guys can't raise a child you know.' My father's love, care and help me like any parent should. You have no right to say that. I'm in detention every week for hitting someone who ins