when i say theres no communication in my household
i mean exactly that
i open my mouth, say a few words
only to be named a brat
i express my feelings and emotions
and theirs, i assume, are replies
but what i don't tell my friends and private story
is their anger fuels my cries
they say i must work on my temper...
perhaps it was picked up at school
i want to scream "look in the mirror!
the only temperamental ones are you"
they're as sweet as they can seem
warmth and love fabricated tightly
but when we are all alone at home, this i something i do not see
of course, each story ends
on the tiles of my bathroom floor
but one day i wish with all my heart
an apology in the form of a letter will be finally slipped under this door
