Winter is cruel

Like you

Winter is cold

Like you

Winter leaves some empty

Like what you do

Spring is warm

Like him

Spring is sweet

Like him

Spring cares for others

Unlike you

Summer is happy

Like her

Summer is caring

Like her

Summer leaves people fulfilled

Unlike you

Fall is creative

Like her

Fall is cheery

Like her

Fall wants people to be happy

Unlike you

All you do is break us down

Find our flaws

Chews us out.

You don’t love us,

Despite what you say.

You don’t love this family.

I’m sure you wouldn’t notice if we were gone.

Didn’t care enough about us before

To help me through my suffering.

But the others did.

They cared,

But your controlled by her

And she whispered no,

So you screamed it.

Your a wicked, twisted woman.

Why do I even have to consider you to be my grandma?

{This is sort of a vent in a way. My grandmother is super cruel and doesn’t care about us, so I just needed to write about it.

Spring= my dad

Summer= my sister

Fall= my mom

The second “her” is my aunt: E.g.= “But your controlled by **her”**