The path (Poem)

I keep dreaming of running away
Cause I'm lonely among people
Wake up an other day
Where I don't have to scream
My family arn't as we seem
They never make me feel equal

Eqaul to everyone
Not even to a friend
I think that scares are done
But my path enjoy
It treats me like a toy
It a fall with an end

In the park where I hang
there's two paths I can go
forward to the gang
Or left to get away
maybe i should do that someday
Without letting anyone know

I'm the black pole in your white
Perfect until me
I stained you pride
But you're my creator
Never once did you me cater
And now I just want to be free

My path is my bother
I go back and forward
But gets never farther
Cause you will never let me go
But every thing I do you will never know
you don't see me, cause I'm the second not the first and not the thrid

You are my bother
My own father and mother