I always see these days coming.
Slowly rumbling…
It's like walking on eggshells
Never knowing what exactly is gonna be the catalyst
So I wait.

I was painting my names (black ironically)
When my mom came back from getting the car washed
Another list of things that have went wrong with the car since
the new owner came into ownership
Rear damage, filthy, missing hub cap

It set her off

Then it turned into an explosion when my sister walked in
"14 year old boy"
"crackhead"
"mentally insane"

It hurts just because I've said all these things just last night
My mom continued her rant, she used to stop to spare my feelings
But this time she saw my head nod in agreement
I would've snapped along too
We were exhausted
Like just talking at a wall that didn't see the strain she was putting on this household
It used to be Cartel, then he left for 12 years and thats when things started to take the turn
Maybe she just felt like there was room for a new family **** up
But little did she know she was the last one left
everyone else had grown up.