You Said It Would Get Better.
You said that after everything that's happened to me this year, everything would get better. It hasn't.
My best friend is gone, and being shy it's hard for me to make new ones. I'm afraid of telling people about me, I don't want to be back-stabbed. You make it so I can't trust anyone anymore. You tell me all these things about people. I can't take it. You make me paranoid! Then when I actually have plans to hang out with someone, you tell me I have to do housework! And then get upset when I don't do it right and yell continuously at me!
You said you would change, stop yelling at me all the time. Well that fell through now didn't it? Still every single time you get mad at one of my siblings, I'm the one to take it out on. Know why? Because you don't have anyone left. Dad's always at work and beside me, you're all alone. So what am I now? Someone that has to live here legally and that you can just treat like complete shit all the time? Apparently that's what you think.
You constantly say I'm a spoiled brat and that I don't deserve things. When really mom, I pay for most things. That's where all my money goes. Clothes, you threw my other ones away. Lunch money, gas, I even pay for your freaking food half the time.
You say I treat you like shit. I hardly even talk to you anymore. I can't talk to you without you criticizing me. Because of my friends. Right now, this moment, I can here you talking to Sydney and saying "You should just avoid everyone in that group. They're not good for you." So now it's all about using people now?
Everything that I do seems so insignificant. You never acknowledge anything I do. I told you that I got an A- on a huge project in Mythology. You said "why wasn't that an A?" You think you're pushing me to do my best, but really, you're just dragging me down with you. Into this hell hole of a family I hardly want to be apart of.
Thanks for everything mom.
I guess I really deserve it.
My best friend is gone, and being shy it's hard for me to make new ones. I'm afraid of telling people about me, I don't want to be back-stabbed. You make it so I can't trust anyone anymore. You tell me all these things about people. I can't take it. You make me paranoid! Then when I actually have plans to hang out with someone, you tell me I have to do housework! And then get upset when I don't do it right and yell continuously at me!
You said you would change, stop yelling at me all the time. Well that fell through now didn't it? Still every single time you get mad at one of my siblings, I'm the one to take it out on. Know why? Because you don't have anyone left. Dad's always at work and beside me, you're all alone. So what am I now? Someone that has to live here legally and that you can just treat like complete shit all the time? Apparently that's what you think.
You constantly say I'm a spoiled brat and that I don't deserve things. When really mom, I pay for most things. That's where all my money goes. Clothes, you threw my other ones away. Lunch money, gas, I even pay for your freaking food half the time.
You say I treat you like shit. I hardly even talk to you anymore. I can't talk to you without you criticizing me. Because of my friends. Right now, this moment, I can here you talking to Sydney and saying "You should just avoid everyone in that group. They're not good for you." So now it's all about using people now?
Everything that I do seems so insignificant. You never acknowledge anything I do. I told you that I got an A- on a huge project in Mythology. You said "why wasn't that an A?" You think you're pushing me to do my best, but really, you're just dragging me down with you. Into this hell hole of a family I hardly want to be apart of.
Thanks for everything mom.
I guess I really deserve it.
I understand how aggravating moms can be. but you seem to be getting your life on track, so if she doesn't wanna hop on, then she can get left at the tracks. :)
Jello Biafra., December 5th, 2008 at 08:13:50pm