My family is a nightmare; that starts out as a dream.
Like a family portrait, not all is as it seems .
My father is reality slipping out of reach;
pesimistic views is all he'll ever preach.
My mother is the fear, the panic, and the rage;
never slipping up this world is her stage.
My sister is the breathing speeding up and down.
She's forever restless; her head is never bound.
My brother is the twitching, the tosses, and the turns;
always wanting back the bridges that he burns.
And I, I am the dreamer watching as it grows;
as the night is ending...and my dreams come to a close.