Home is known as a jail

by babychuu   Jun 2, 2008


Does she ever notice what she says.
Does she ever understand what comes out of her mouth, all that comes out just makes me want to not come home.
Makes me feel like all i wanna do is break down and cry
I can't express how much i hate being at home
but to define home is with the word jail
You can get pushed around
and yelled at for no reason
nothing at all
she'll just spaz at you like a dog
barking at an intruder.
She yells at you for her own troubles at work
and at home
explaining to me how she has no time to do anything
No one EVER told her to find a job
No one even said anything to her about finding one;
Its her own fault
she wanted to find one
no one EVER forced her
But now she feels like I am the one who doesn't do anything
Does she not realize how stressful school is already,
on top of handling the yelling when you come home;
i guess not
because she only realizes that she has troubles and she's stressing and tired
She doesn't notice what other people are feeling
I don't want to come home
I wish i was born into another family so i wouldn't have to face these things in my life
School is the way i can get out of this
Friends are my REAL FAMILY
I sit here typing with the anger in my body; yet pain
I hungry as hell... but yet i have to wait till she leaves until i can eat anything... too afraid to even take a step into the kitchen without her knowing..
School is a place where I'm free
free to do what i want to do
Free to make my own decisions in life
And my friends are always there to help me through
how my "family" is supposed to..

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