Should i not feel this way?

This is a poem about my aunt, uncles and my cousins.

I must get something off my chest,
I say to all "you make me sick.

Poor me poor me, all that i hear.
But not for me then who would care?

Everday i had your backs,
while all of you got to relax.

My anxious mind was through the roof,
depression too, but gave no proof.

"You have no job or life to live"
was said to me "so you should give."

Of my own problems, no one cared.
No help from them , they just wont share.

Something horrific now filled lives.
"Oh NOW they care, will they survive?"

It seamed around a month at most,
but one would think a war had broke.

I still hear them complain and whine
but they know not of whats a crime.

They'll never look into my eyes,
to see my pain or words i hide.

And never take a second glance,
into my past they would not chance.

Through my hard times only one was,
there for me, my favorite cuz.

Forgetting what they've done will pass,
forgiveness too if they should ask.

Ive learned one thing, and will not bend,
I cant depend on family or friends.

One last thing i need to say,
"learn from your past, and your mistakes.