Yours Truly, Me.

Moving Out

Fifteen years of living and all I want is to move out,

My parents and my brother bringing sanity into a drought,

They ask me why I'm angry, but I can't explain what it's about,

They won't argue with me when I leave, but god knows they still do it now,

Sometimes, all I hear between my parents is consistent fighting,

And I swear my heart keeps telling me that thunder struck without the lightning,

Everything irritates me, but talking brings me so much fear,

And every time I leave something I own out it just disappears,

They make me cancel plans, then they yell when I stay in the house,

They tease me about women, then they're laughing when I have a spouse,

Tell me that they love me, then they say some shit they know will hurt,

Try to say I'm sorry, but then they just make their words more curt,

They can blow up over dishes, but they don't care what I have to say,

Maybe things will brighten up when I finally move away,

I can spend my money how I want, and spend time with my friends,

Enjoy every facet of life, so the party never ends,

I can do what makes me happy, not always dealing with their painful words,

And I can be alone whenever I like, just listening to singing birds,

They won't be there to lecture me and tell me how they're disappointed,

And yell at me for all the things they really wish that I'd exploited,

Go on and on about opportunities they wish I'd take,

When all I see is nonsense that I hardly want stuck on my plate.