The Right One

Sometimes I ponder,

how do you define the right one?

getting along well?

loving each other long enough?

family acceptance?

One will never know.

Sometimes, I would think if I would be better off alone.

I have only my family members to answer to.

They know me well long enough.

Adapting to another family is well...tough

Its hard, so hard. 

It sometimes makes me want to puke.

Meeting stupid people.

Nothing is logical anymore.

And I wonder, why am I even a girl? 

I feels so shitty.

I need a break.