Because trends have changed and this place is outdated
Because although the inside is decent the outside is ugly
Because I'm embarrassed to have my friends over because of how it looks
Because my room is way too small and I'm a growing teenage girl who needs more room to make a mess
Because the bushes outside my window block me from sneaking out even though I wouldn't anyway
Because you can hear everything in this house
Because my mom thinks that I can't hear her talk about me like I'm a lost cause
Because my mom thinks I'm stupid
Because I am tired of hearing my brother have sex
Because I am tired of hearing everybody in my house have sex except for me because none of my relationships could ever get that far
Because even though I tell my parents that my brother is still having sex in our house after they told him not to, they don't believe me because he said he didn't do it
Because I must be imagining things
Because I must be crazy to think that I could find a girl that could be with me for more than three weeks without talking to someone else
Because I must have gone crazy after my last girlfriend left me for another girl but then came back but then left again once they made up
Because according to her we were never dating
Because I'm alone
Because maybe moving to a different house will change that
Because my dad lies to me
Because my dad doesn't think we know about his addiction
Because my dad manages to only find time for his work, his wife, and his son
But you know maybe these are all things that I need to get over
These things won't change
Because I can't stop myself from being embarrassed
Because I can't stop my mom from talking about me
Because I can't stop anyone from having sex
Because I can't stop the things that my girlfriend, well my ex girlfriend, well my not even a girlfriend girlfriend does
Because I can't make my dad hang out with me
Because I can't stop my dad from lying to me
Oh don't you worry about the addiction thing, I got over it when I was eleven after he lied to me the first time
Because I can't stop the pain that still hurts me from when he lied to me
Because I can't stop the pain that hurts me every time he doesn't have to time for me
Because I can't stop the pain that hurts me every time I am not good enough
Because I can't stop the pain that hurts me every time my parents call me a name
Because I can't stop the pain that hurts me when I wish I was more like my brother
Because I can't stop the pain that hurts me when they wish I was more like him
Because I can't stop the jealousy
The envy
Me wishing I was as smart
Or as kind as him
Because he is every thing I've ever wanted to be
Because I am not good enough for anyone
Because maybe, hopefully, if we move I will forget all of this
