Mostly rhyming poem about my family

My mom always seems to be tired
Yet she claims she is wired.

My father runs two companies
Yet he often forgets his keys.

My sister lives in another world
And only comes out to get her hair curled.

And me, I'm just a ghost.
The one with her door always closed.

~Pasercute

Feel free to comment, critique, but please keep in mind I didn't spend much time on this.