Just random things

What do you want from me?

You yell at me for being late as soon as I come down the stairs at the right time. I ask you not to yell, and you yell at me more to take out my headphones, the only things that help me block out your yelling. I get agitated and rip them out. You yell at me for having an attitude.

Later you go to leave for work early, and when I refuse to kiss you goodbye after the previous events, you yell at me to have respect. You continue to yell at me until I'm crying beyond control. Then you yell at me for crying instead of "obeying" you. Mom tells you to stop, that you're only making things worse, which you most definitely are. You yell and curse her out, saying we're making you late, but you could've left for work long ago and avoided all this. She tries not to yell but raises her voice to be heard. She's trying so hard to tell you I'm not going to listen to you when you're yelling at me till I cry. Because that's not how a human being works. You threaten to not come home tonight, which makes things so much worse than they were. Mom yells at you not to say that in front of me. Now that you're both yelling in front of me about something I don't want to here, I scream at the top of my lungs to get you to stop, but you only get louder. I keep screaming, but it does nothing. I'm invisible to you. You're arguing about me like I'm not even there.

Finally mom gets you to leave, and you storm out and slam the door. Mom thinks I'll stop crying. Obviously I don't. She tries to get me to eat breakfast, which I was about to do before you yelled at me. I tell her I'm not hungry. She raises her voice, trying so hard not to yell, commanding me to eat. I tell her I don't want to. I've lost my appetite. She tries to get me to understand why you yell, but I can't bear to listen. She says I can't argue with authority figures, then proceeds to compare you to police officer, who'll yell at you until you obey. Obviously it's completely different. I wouldn't hesitate to obey a police officer, but there's something different with you. I couldn't tell you what, but it's different.

One question runs through my head for the both of you:

What do you want from me?