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Here is a poem I wrote I while back. Don't Steal it people! It's about my many many cousins who live in the south. I call this poem.

Southern Clan

Too much family
and too much noise
not enough space
not enough peace
always fighting
always yelling
always running
always wrestling
never any silence
never any converstation
never any agreement
never any space!
I love you all
but get out of me face
I love you all,
but give me my space
I've got too much family
way down south.
I've got too much family
all up in my space
I can't breath
I can't speak
I can't be heard.
Nobody hears anything
because your too busy hearing everything
all I can do is write
but still its not the same
I just wanna write
I just want some peace.
I've got too much family
and not enough peace
everyone's too grown to listen
to selfish to shut up
to dense to solve their issues
to busy bagging on me!
I'm different than everyone
I'm the silence in the storm
but to them
I'm the oddball of them all
I'm tired of trying to create peace
I'm tired of trying to stop the fights
I'm tired of yelling but never being heard
I'm angry at my family
and I'm angry at the noise.
I've got too much family
way down south.
Too much noise
and not enough space.
I love you all
but give me my space!

No I didn't not grow up like this and I don't hate my family. I do however hate being pushied into one room with all of them when I come to visit and the adults just wand to talk.