you refuse to relate, but deep down you know you do.

Three.

My mother is yelling at me about how selfish I am.

I'm on the couch watching TV.

I don't pay any mind to her.

"You should get off your ass and do something for this family!!"

Her voice is furious.

"They we're right, you are a lazy filthy pig."

I didn't like the words or tone she used.

Getting up I grab the scissors on the coffee table.

I throw them to her while yelling in anger.

The scissors barely miss her.

I look at her as if she threw the scissors.

This house is the word for anger.

Both yelling and screaming at each other I realize I'm not the problem.

She is.

I'm just the person who inherited her anger.