Damaged Before Life Began

Stats:
11 year old girl
Dad- never met
Mom- in jail
Brother- living in another home, haven't seen in 5 years
Sisters- taken away at birth
Homes I've lived in besides my own - 6
People who love me - zero
Personality- quiet, reserved, but can take care of myself
Goal- to have a family to love me

So here's what I've never told anyone - I am alone in this world. I'm a damaged girl and nobody wants me. My dad didn't want me enough to stick around. He doesn't even know me. Just the thought of me made him run.
My mom, well, she had me and fed me and dressed me, but she left me and my brother alone for days at a time. We depended on each other and took care of each other since we were tiny. He was my hero. But she loved her drugs and her guys more than us.
When they came to take her away, they took my hero too. When he walked out the door ahead of me, he said it was all my fault. So you see, nobody loves me. And it must be all my fault!
I guess I was born being bad. There's something wrong with me. I don't know what it is or I'd try to fix it or change it.
Every time I go to a new foster home, I try to behave and be nice and polite and just be perfect. But something always happens. They never love me. They never act like I'm a part of their family.
I watch movies and see what families look like. I see the feelings, but I don't know them. I can only watch and wish. I can only wonder what could be so wrong with me that I can't be part of that? Isn't everyone part of a family? Isn't that how life is supposed to be?
I go to school, but I move around so much that its hard to make friends. So mostly I'm alone, but I hear what the kids talk about. They don't know what it's like to be me. They don't know what it's like to never feel like you're home. Or to be told when you wake up in the morning that you're being moved to another home so grab your stuff. My stuff can fit into one bag. The kids complain about not being able to go shopping for new clothes this week. I have never been shopping for new clothes. They complain because their parents make them clean their room. I don't have parents or a room. They fight with their friends over boys. I don't have friends and will never have a boyfriend.
I'm damaged, no good. A left over with no place in this world. I go through each day waiting... for what I don't know. Dreams don't come true and wishes aren't granted, Why was I even born? If there's a God, why did he create me? Why am I here? To be shuffled around and not loved? I don't get it.
Honestly, I just want someone to see me, to notice me, to ask me who I am and how I feel. That's what I would pray for if God was really there.
I could be a good daughter. If someone would just tell me what's wrong with me, I swear I'd fix it and be the perfect daughter. I'd do anything they asked me to do and I would never complain. Ever!
When I dream, I dream of a mom who looks at me like heaven brought me to her just to make her life whole. I dream of a mom who spends time reading with me and doing crafts and teaching me how to cook and brushing my hair and doing my nails and taking me to movies and shopping all day. I dream of a mom who loves me with all she has, and who believes in me no matter what's wrong with me. But, those are just dreams from movies and fairy tales. And a dad? I don't even begin to dream what it would feel like to be daddy's little girl, the apple of his eye.
So, this is me, the girl who was never supposed to be!