Its supposed to be this nice place right?
Supportive and comfy
and not a damn warzone
where self esteem is constantly damaged
and practically thrown out the window
when your constantly at fault for stuff you didn't do
I know its part of growing up
that to some degree its expected
That you should be scolded here and there
but when theres such a disparity
between you and your siblings culpability
The lesson starts to become muddled
and just when it feels like its balancing out
the following always happens to me
your siblings constantly steal with no shame
and then there is no punishment doled out
even when it was them plain as day
and to say it was them gets you blamed
Well, you get sick of it
And then you get punished for missing a night of chores
This is the lesser of two evils?
Even I can see that that isn't true
and I have screwy morals
You then start replacing the love you have for your family
with animosity, resentment, and finally hatred
Is it understandable then, that you'd want to distance yourself?
That you just can't stand being there?
Its a roof over your head and food on the table
But I'm just not sure if a price tag of constant anxiety is worth it
Running away becomes a veritable possibility
I have the ability to do it
Just pack your bags and start walking
Whats wrong with one more homeless out in society?
at least then I can have some self worth
and it isnt the worst option available
I could always hang freely out the window
with a pretty rope necklace around my neck
adorned with hopes and dreams
shattered by my suppressed screams
Author Notes: Reviews are always welcome no matter how critical.