An orphan in my family, lives in shadows in our house. Born to brother, mother, father, still an orphan in our house. An orphan in my family, moves quietly through the yard. Does laundry, and the dishes; Cries when life is just too hard. Trying to be noticed. Singing, writing, playing, crying. Still only a dark shadow. Running, screaming, yelling, fighting. An orphan in my family, though they hear her pray for death... Who cares if orphans die? No one hears her gasp for breath. This orphan in my family, No one sees her walk away. She retreats into dark dreams, At 10 years old she died today. Seeing truth about this family, helps her find her one relief. She stopped looking to be loved by them; traded hope for peace. I, the orphan in the family. Pulled this dream out by the roots. There is no father, mother, brother, just me in hiking boots.