Unhappy (Not a poem)

Not really a poem sorry :3

 Every time I leave the room I hear whispers from them. They are my family so does that mean I have to automatically love them? In almost every story I've read these have been the things I hear the most, "You're like family," and, "You're my family." What even is that supposed to mean, it doesn't make sense everyone has a different definition of the word family. For example for me the word family means people that raise you, and nothing else. For heaven sake its around 3 days till Christmas, and all I hear is fighting and yelling. I wish we were normal. I wish I was normal. Its funny because in my friend group I'm the person who makes everyone laugh and I try to make them happy and I do. Yet I can't make myself happy. I'm not sad either, I'm just existing. I don't even know why I'm writing this, no one really reads it anyway. Merry Christmas if your reading this, hope you have a happy holiday! And remember keep your chimneys open, please don't kill Santa!