always screaming.
always yelling.
always being loud.
you do know that your voice is not the only sound?

i hear the others,
not only yours.
the others in my head,
that pound and pound.
i can hear you,
there is no need to be so loud.

you can be heard
for crying out loud!
you can stop screaming.
you're hurting not only my ears
but also my feelings.

always mad.
always angry.
never at her.
but you should be,
but not at me.
be mad at her.

she's done things wrong,
but no take it out on me.
go ahead, i'm already stressed,
but come on, continue chewing at me.

make sure that your voice
is the only one you hear
make sure i don't make a sound,
why are you coming so near?

"please back up"
"please stop yelling"
"please i'm begging,"
are all things i want to say.
but i can't get a word out
you're too close and in the way.

it wasn't me,
it was her.
but you don't care.
can't you see?
she's got a wicked grin on her face,
because she wanted it to be me.

she isn't being yelled at,
why?
that's not fair.
can't you see her?
she's sitting right there.

but of course not,
it could never be her fault.
just blame the oldest,
she can take it,
she knows how to hide how she feels in the vault.