Rhythm.
The rhythm of my music in my earbuds.
I sit in the back seat looking afront, screaming,
I turn up the volume, drowning away the voices.
I lean against the window, I close my eyes.
A few moments later, I look back.
My mom rubbing my brothers shoulder and laughing with him.
Letting him know she loves him.
Why cant I have that?
Why don't you show me that?
If you love me, let me know. Instead of yelling at me and making me this way.
The Rhythm slows down,
Like my thoughts.
I gather myself as we pull into our driveway.
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random shit and thoughts
RandomThis is a vent page, so if you a stranger I don't recommend reading although so many strangers have read this already. I'm sorry, never vented b4 lol. Have fun ig? 😭
