Well, I wrote this poem I'd say about... Three, four years ago. This was when my depression was very bad. I wrote poems a lot then. This is an entry for the Emotional Writing challenge by shannenking. It doesn't have a title. I should say, I never let people read my poetry. Never. I entered a poem in a library writing contest once, but I wouldn't read it at the awards ceremony when they asked me to. So please be nice.

Is a family still a family
When the father doesn't care?
Is a family still a family
When the mother's never there?

The father never comes around.
When he does, he just stares.
The TV's easier to listen to
Than his children who are there.

The mother never listens
When you tell her why you're scared.
Something's always more important
Than why you're standing there.

Is a family still a family
When no one seems to care?
Is my family still a family
Or are we all just living here?

So that's my poem. I hope it's good ^^"