Off a yellow school bus,
And I step back into it.
Yes,
It could be much worse.
I don't take it for granted,
But what it is...
Go to the computer,
Check my email,
Face ridicule from my sister.
Asking about whom I'm talking to,
Why I'm on the sites I'm on,
What music I'm listening to.
Her birth control kicks in,
She yells at me.
Stand up,
And in the kitchen,
Mom's depressed,
Yells at me one day for what I eat,
Try to change it the next,
She's too close to tears to remember.
They both yell at me,
Taking the side of line across from me.
Day in, day out.
I screw up once,
There's a grudge for a week.
Mother's drinking is starting to rise,
I'm starting to get worried.
Dad comes home,
Mom screams at him.
Mediator on Friday.
My dad didn't even realize I was gone for two days.
I've hid from him all these years.
Hating him.
Mom yells again.
He drives away,
By ten o'clock he'll be snoring in the room next to me.
Through each day,
I make it.
And I don't know how.
Everyday,
They all look at me.
I get my work done,
I do my homework,
They yell at me.
Do one tiny thing,
One thing not to their liking,
I'll painfully know.
I know my flaws,
I know why they yell,
I don't change though.
I'm not losing the battle.
