Everybody thinks my family is perfect.
You don't see what goes on inside.
A supposedly perfect father.
Well he brings a woman over every other night when Mom is at work.
A charming perfect brother.
He smokes cocaine, and sells drugs for a living, he owns a secret garden full of different drugs.
My beautiful mother.
When she goes to work, she is actually going to a strip club and dances in just bra, and underwear.
Then there is me.
I see things others can't, I've been in a mental institution, and then shipped to an insane asylum.
Just last year I came back home, and found out that my family got worse.
Mom has had at least two abortions every month.
My family isn't perfect.