Somedays

 Somedays I feel like "Am i difficult to love?"

Like last night.

When after making dinner instead of thanks i get criticism.

When I sat at a seat i don't usual sit at and my father chooses to sit close to my youngest sister rather than his usual sit just because i was at her usual seat.

Somedays it doesnt bother me that my parents have favourites.

And somedays i just wonder if its because i am not loveable.

A somedays i wonder if this is why no one ever wishes to stay by my side longer.

Somedays i cry. Somedays i smile.

Somedays i wish i returned to You sooner.