Sorry for not updating the 'Birthdays' poem I said I was going to update. I've been swamped by school and I feel like everything is caving in on me like a giant wave and I am the only one who can save myself.
So yeah.
Sorry.
It probably won't be updated until like Thursday because I have a Chemistry test tomorrow and Spanish and Algebra tests on Wednesday. Yay me.
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You regard me
as if I am merely
a speck of dust on your shirt,
or a piece of gum on your shoe.
You belittle me until
I walk away,
my face hot with frustrated tears,
my head feeling as though
a hundred workers are
drilling into my skull.
Why do you always have to do this?
Today,
all I said was
"Didn't I just put the aluminum foil away?"
Then I shrugged and said,
"All well, I know I put it back so
someone else took it out
and I am not putting it back."
And just from those little
murmured words,
you felt the need to remind me that
I am only fifteen and I do not dictate what
I can and cannot do.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Why do you make me cry?
How did my simple little words
get twisted into some sick perspective
of bullshit?
I facking hate you.
Sincerely,
your daughter who just wants to gtfo out of here,
Dragon.
A/N
A message to my father, the man that always reminds me of my age like I don't know. I literally just turned 15 last Wednesday, I'm pretty sure I haven't become 21 in less than a week.
It's not even like I was being disrespectful or trying to be snotty. I was simply wondering how the hell the aluminum foil I had just put away magically moved out of the cabinet and onto the counter.
Clearly I didn't put that shit there.
Sorry for cursing, I only do it when I am really upset.
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