You act as if you aren't the root of the statements you deliberately claim.
As if telling me my character is flawed and I am everything to blame.
As if stating that I can not form a sentence without shaking and stuttering is bound to take over my life, crash, and fail.
As if hypocritically saying that I'll end up pregnant with an abusive boyfriend flipping burgers to make ends meet is how my life will sail.
Granted that I'm not even able to make anyone stay with me.
A torment of words in the prison of my home, I feel I'll never be free.
Let me tell you something, ******.
I was doing much better until you came into my life, stole my mother's heart and ****** her.
Grabbed my hair in the intention to afflict pain and make me cry
Threw us in a cardboard box and you demanded we don't question why.
Moved us into a house for the reason being you wanted to be closer to your workplace.
No consideration of us, you just expected us to put a smile on our face.
Stole the only memories, childhood, and friends I have ever made.
Left in this empty home with my sad thoughts and the pill cabinet to raid.
Only my razor blades and the silence and my head spinning in a whirl.
You talk so high and mighty for a 40 something year old always picking on a melancholic teenage girl.
Like your ***** of a mother, like a ***** of a son.
You can't even handle the consequences when your deed has been done.
You do what your mother does, and take what I hate and use it to hurt me.
It is me that I hate, and you know how much it stings more than a bee.
Brainwashed my mother to be a replica of you.
It's so sad when I see my own mom break my heart in two.
Always said that she'll protect us first.
Until you came along and made that ideation of hers burst.
The inequality of your ethics is completely noticeable.
I'm not a ******* animal, I'm a person you caged in a bubble.
You wonder why I'm the way I am: so emotional, so sad, so problematic.
Even though I'm far from the stereotypical high school teenager statistics.
As much as you've claimed you have done so much good for this family,
You've also broken me too many times for me to count, the irreversible cracks in my brain and heart's anatomy.
You need to stop attacking my very presence.
As much as I hate myself, I'm also my own essence.
Let me get better without tearing me down.
Grow the **** up and stop making yourself look like an immature clown.
I know you'll never see this or even try to listen.
Just know everything comes back around, but until then,
I hope you realize your words are damaging to my very soul.
I hope you fix your **** and bury your insensitivity 6 feet down a hole.
Wanted to vent out about the **** my mom's boyfriend does. I'm just tired of being hurt by the very people that are supposed to take care of me.
