Your Goddamn Cats

Well look here,
yes, in my room.
I think you know what's happened again.
You let it happen again.

I keep saying,
"Just leave my door shut,
it's not your business."
And do you?

Of course not
I come back next week
And you've opened my door again.
Letting your cats shit on my bed again.

I fucking hate the way you are
you make me so mad, and i know you don't respect me.
If you did you would leave my door closed when I ask you to,
you would make sure that your cat's can't get into my fucking room!

I hate you so much.
The wost thing is that you don't even see
that it's wrong to do this to me.
It's wrong to make me clean up after your cats
with cleaners that give me nosebleeds.
It's wrong that you make me hate you so much
that when I'm eighteen, I'll be gone.
You won't even know why, or where,
but I'll be gone. Because I fucking hate you