I started singing the moment I walked to our front door.
Sometimes I don't know what to say.
Today is one of those days.
What to do?
What to feel?
It doesn't feel real.
Why can't I just be me?
Why can't they let me be?
Always running from trouble,
People bursting my bubble,
Why am I not good enough for them to love me?
As I walked from our front door to my room, I sang a song that came from deep down in me. I looked at Angela sitting on the couch, frozen in time while painting her nails and smacking gum.
I saw mother looking at the door of my room from the kitchen while yelling my name. I put my earbuds in and sat in a chair in my room as I finished my song.
As I stopped, I closed my eyes. As expected, my mother burst in my room and yanked out my earbuds. "I've been yelling for you! Get your lazy butt out to eat dinner!" she yelled.
My face didn't change from the smirk I'd had on my face the whole time she yelled at me. Life was about to get a little better in this house. But not for those mean things I call my parents. It's going to get better for me.
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