Shattered Family

I
Can’t
Believe
You

You’re always telling me, treats people equally .
But yet, here you are, yelling at me about the smallest things.
About how  wrong I’m living my life.
How much pain my life actually brings.

Just today, actually. You pulled me aside. Sat me down. And began to yell.
Your words, words I’ve heard countless times before, began to bounce off the wall.
You voice, booming louder than it once was before, now shouting vulgar things at your own family member
Does is even matter how I feel at all?

No, of course not, because I don’t matter at all to you.
If I mattered, we wouldn’t be here, yelling at each other like two children arguing the last snack.
You’d of calmly told me the issues, instead of screaming at me like I couldn’t hear
By taking this road, you lost some respect, that you’ll probably never get back.

Yet, you continue to yell, over the littlest things.
My sleeping, my choice of work, my everything really, about how everything I do, is wrong.
How my life is wrong, how it’s a waist, one of you even went so far to tell me to kill myself.
You tell me you love me, and that you care about me, but you yell at me, all day long.

But, we’re family none the less. Our blood will still run strong.
No matter how much you make me want to rid myself of that crimson bond.
I won’t, because my efforts would be futile, and you’d send me away again.
But just because I refuse to rid myself of this curse, I will, however, respond.

To your cursed words. To your loud screams. All the way to your quiet murmurs.
I will respond to each one, and tell you why they’re false.
My sleeping, for starts, you say I go to bed at time wrong times
But yet you’d cry your eyes out, if I no longer had a pulse.

Would you check on me? No, of course not.
I’m not a child anymore. Why would you check up on me?
But of course, you don’t need to check on the sleeping teen.
Since her room is out in the open for everyone to see.

My eating, how it’s too much, or too little on some days.
How I need to eat your way, and when you offer it.
But, the food you cook up, the dogs won’t even eat.
So you can’t really blame me for eating what I see fit.

And finally, my work, my writings mostly.
You disapprove of a young author, writing about that vulgar subject.
But you forget that I’m grown, and I’m not your little girl.
And no matter how old I am, I deserve respect.

Now I’ll take the saying, you used to teach me when I was young.
Treat others, how you wish to be treated. Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Now I’ll do that to you, since you think it’s the best.
And maybe we can learn to love one another.

I’ll sit in my room, quiet, not even make a sound
I’ll let you have your win with this argument, as all arguments before
But this time, I won’t forgive you so easily.
I’ll remember those words you were screaming through that door

That I’m useless. That I’m worth nothing. That I should just kill myself.
But I won’t do what you wish, no, in fact, I’ll stay alive.
That way, you’ll be suffering along with me, having to live with me still.
That is, until, I learn how to safely drive.