Junior Jump scares

Angry interlude

11:42 10/7/2024
Angry

I never really get angry
But I was angry that day
I tried to be fine at your gut ripping display of a play
Put on a show one I already know
But it's on just for me
Hide from what you cant see you don't  want others to see
Take me to the side
Call me chubby
Slap my stomach
The anger through my hunger blew a fuse 

I was punished
So I ripped off the tape
And I opened my mouth
I'm done being sewn shut
Respecting your vows
That no child of yours would expose all your laundry
So I shouted "YOU THINK YELLING AT YOUR ABUSED CHILD'S FUNNY?"

She looks around
Goes red in the face I yell
"Using your energy to slap the stomach of your child who had an eating disorder is a disgrace"

Her eyes go wide
Wasn't expecting that
She assumed all her children were silent brats
Never realized she was calling starving children fat
But then again narcissists can be like that.

She tried to shrug it off
Told me to drink a couple shots
And when I refused I knew she started seeing dots
Disturbing her usual plots
Saying "you're too wimpy, you need to be hazed!"
I said "REALLY YOU SEEM TO BE DOING A GOOD JOB OF THAT ANYWAYS"

Now she was done with all the metaphoric punches
She goes out and starts spilling my lunches going after personal things I cannot change
That's because I was right and she was out of range

"Well your teeth are yellow!"

"Your avoiding the subject and you can't admit that I'm right"

"You're not I object, aren't you bisexual do you like your friends?"

"Sexuality has nothing to do with this, can we get back to the issue at hand."

Too stunned to speak and my father chimed in.

"In all my years of marriage there's not one argument I'd ever win"

I wasn't expecting that, noise from the silent majority, the bystander could speak and he stood in solidarity

Mom had no words she was shaking like a dog, "WELL WERE ALL GONNA DIE IF THIS POLITITIONS WINS THE DIALOGUE"

She can't admit she was wrong, that she was not a perfect mother, can't seem to remember every day it didn't get better, wiped the times and the cries of the pain she caused the clatter, and above all else she preaches on her ladder

That I'm an ungrateful, no good, not her own daughter.
I'd rather not be but at least I still have my father.