Conflict with my sister

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What should I do?
Am I really that bad when communicating?
What should I do? My sister is starting to scare me
What should I do? Am I that bad, needing a psychiatrist?
What should I do? Be mature, and how do I do it?

I should act my age, a mature age
So does that mean that I should act the way I am now since its in line with my age?
What mature age are they talking about? The stereotypes of being mature? And who should model? Many Pacquiao's punches or Roa Duterte's straitforwardness? Who should model? My brothers who are busy between work and household tasks? Or my sisters who does their own acts?
Who should model? Who should I imitate? When the mature age they are talking about is too broad when compared to their specific complaints?

Can't I just act like nothing's wrong or should I avoid it?
How is facing it the right thing when I can't even go at the right place?
What is right now and what is wrong? What linked it to be right or wrong? Are my actions that really wrong? If its wrong, then should I just shut up and crawl?
Hide from the other to not cause trouble? Hide from those who would start the trouble?
Hide from those who'd think I made them the trouble?
Hide from those who only wants trouble?

Look at my pride, nonexistent yet still crumbled
Turned to dust like the sand, washed off the shore with my tears as the salt water.

Who is that girl I see? What is truly wrong with me?
Its like my chest made a lump of rock only to stuck it up my throat, locking my luck
Then Lady Luck didn't even wait, and just pranced away,
leaving nothing on her wake
What should I really do? When I listened earnestly and still feeling wronged?

I asked what I did wrong
I asked what I should have done
I asked what made my wrong so wrong
Guess my morals are in the wrong?

But why is it wrong when they are the only ones I got?
The ones I can talk to
And the ones I can whine to

Look at me
How hideous of a life
I should be full of shame yet here shamelessly vented my lie
There goes nonexistent pride
Maybe its all about this self-built pride

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