My Poems (more like rants but...)

Selfish

The screams echo to my room.

How does sound travel so easily?

I want to disappear. I need to.

I want to listen. I need to.

Their words are so childish.

The fights are so meaningless.

Everything is meaningless. What the point. 4 more years of this?

A friend told me family lasts more than until your 18. I can't understand that. For me, my family has always been blood. Something I can't escape a timer. Counting down the years till freedom.

I start to hear the yealing dim. It stops.

23, 22, 21, 20... I count. Ik my room is next. She will come. Looking for hugs. Or kisses. A smile.

I give it.

It's selfish. I am selfish.

What she does is wrong but... I don't want it. And ik if I don't. it will come.

3, 2, 1.

She comes. Opened the door. Didn't even bother knocking.

Her eyes. There puffy and red. Tears running down her cheek.

I soften. She knows now. She knows what it's like to be hurt. To be passed to the side. To be on mute behind a glass wall.

I stand up. Robotic. And give her a hug.

That's it. That how it ends. She goes to her room and goes to sleep. Leaving me to make dinner and laundry. But not today.

Today the monster talks.

Its voice. Sweat. Angelic and a little hoarse from the yelling. She askes if she is right.

She isn't. I heard everything. The walls so thin when it's others, but so thick when it is my turn.

"Yeah, mom. Yeah"

I hope it's enough. It's not. The nightmare continues. It doesn't stop and I can't stop my thoughts.

"Mom. It was nothing. Don't be mad!"

I want to yell at her! I am tired! I just don't want to anymore! Stop! Just stop!

But I don't. I don't. I stay silent. While she gets angrier and angrier. And then I prepare.

I put up my shield.

It's coming. I tell myself.

And it came. and maybe just maybe, I deserve it. I am selfish.

*I hope yall like it! me fine now!

Also, this one is shorter than my others bc I normally write these in tears (why they are so sad and stuff)! literally! and when in tears my grammar is horrible and I write what I write. and this is what I wrote! lol!

I have 17 drafts... I have to go over them... see if I like them and correct them. take out. add. sometimes they make no sense... so ya... if yall ever want a poem rant thing... just ask! and I will post! Also, do you all want me to make another actual poem?

also... yall know what is coming...

JOKE of the chapter! (imagine the bold in a sing-songy game show voice!)

The sister is lesbian. And the brother is gay.

There parents are homophobic.

So the sister dates her brother's fake GF. While the bro dates his sister's fake BF So when they sleepover... their parents make them go to opposite Rooms!

Jokes on them!

Not my best joke but... oh well... if yall have a joke or riddle or anything that makes you laugh... put it here!