Dialysis

(This is a fictional poem) I have to come here continuously to be on dialysis. My kidneys are no longer good and I really hate this. Several of my relatives could've donated a kidney but they all said no. I've always been good to them and when they refused, it was pretty low. When my brother had an accident last year, I donated blood. I even bought him his first car and he treated me like mud. After three and a half decades, I finally see these relatives for what they are. Being related to such losers really hurts and it has given me emotional scars. Maybe I'll get a kidney even though things look pretty grim. But when it comes to my relatives, I will never forgive them.