Got To Be Kidden’

Just Like Always I’m Unhappy. I Started Off My Day Great, Went To A Movie Screening With My Friends, Had Some Food, Walked Around, And Had A Great Deal Of Fun. That Is Until I Got Home. My Father Called Me And Told Me He Noticed I Had 29 Lateness From September Until Now. Some Of You Know For Part Of The School Year I Stayed By My Fathers House But Now I’m Back With My Mom. He Was Upset, Like Really Upset. I Tried To Explain That Being Late Doesn’t Affect My Grades But Of Course That’s Not What He Heard He Heard ‘I Don’t Have To Get To School On Time Because I’m Smart’ Im Sorry Maybe I’m Delirious But These Two Things Have Different Meanings.-I Begin To Cry Out Of Frustration And Confusion But Mostly Because I’m Sensitive-Then He Starts Calling Me A Liar Because He Asked Me If I Was Getting To School On Time And I Said Yes. WHAT THE HELL! Every Morning I Called My Mom Around The Same Time So 1.That Proves I Leave The Same Time Everyday. 2.And It Just Pissed Me Off That She Was Mad And Didn’t Even Acknowledge The Fact That I Called Her. My Parents And I Have An Agreement If I Get Good Grades I Can Get Gifts. So 91 Average Meant A Laptop And My New Phone. All Of A Sudden I Cant Get It, Why? BECAUSE I WAS LATE TO SCHOOL! Doesn’t That Make Them Liars, Too? They Promised Me Things I Now Can’t Get. They Talked And Talked To Try To Make ME Understand Why I Was Wrong. I’m Sorry I’m Not The Type Of Person To Apologize If I Don’t Think I’m Wrong And I Honestly Don’t Think I’m Wrong. The Train And Bus Run On There Ob Schedule, I Can’t Jump In Front Of Them And Tell The To Go Fast. Im Not Saying Its All There Faults Just Saying It Partially There Faults. I’ve Been In School For 8Months Approximately 6Weeks In Every Month And Out Of All Those Days I Was Late 29 Days. Maybe Theres 30 Days Of School And I Was Late 29 Times, Maybe. Now They Want Me To Go To Sleep Earlier, I Didnt Know They Controlled My Sleep. Only God Does And I Know For A Fact My Parents Aren’t God. I Hate My Parents-Well Their Actions But That’s Apart Of Them So I Sumed It Up. Maybe If I Start Failing And Be On Time, Everything Would Be Peachy. I Try My Hardest To Please Them But Their So Freaking Ungrateful It’s Unbelievable. I Can’t Be Their ‘Trophy Child’ And Then The Treat Me Like Crap. Sometimes I Want To Yell LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE Really Loud. I May Be Just A Kid In There Books But I’m Old Enough, They Make Me So Unhappy. Sometimes We Have Fun And Play Around But Eventually Reality Sets In, Their Bi-Polar And I’m Offically Done. I Can’t Say I Don’t NEED Them But I’ve Drawn A Box Around Myself And They Aren’t Allowed. Some Could Say I’m Stubborn But I Don’t Care. I Cant Live With This Stress And Pressure. Pedestals Are Really High And Some Eventually Break.

My Ex-Love

I Could Say I Am In Love But With Whom? Someone Who Already Moved On And Left Me To Pick Up The Pieces Of My Heart. I Knew I Was Still In Love When He Could Still Hurt Me And He Wasn’t Even Mine. I Found Out He Has A New Girlfriend And That’s When I Had My Big Wake Up Call. He Didn’t Even Tell Me, I Had To Find Out. We Made A Promise That After We Broke Up We Would Still Have Our Friendship. And Yet I Find Myself Hating Him Because He Can’t Tell Me He Has A Girlfriend. I Feel Guilty Because I Pushed For Him To Move On And He Has And Now I’m Stuck. And Now I’m Left Crying Questioning If Our Love Was Real. I Can’t Tell Myself I’ve Moved On Because I Haven’t. I Can’t Bring Myself To Use Someone To Make Myself Feel Better Because Of How I Feel Now.

Expectations.

Why Do People We Love The Most Set The Highest Standards For Us? Is It Because We’re Great? Or Is It Because We Need The Push. I’ve Come To The Realization That It’s Because Of Love. We Put Our Family (Parent, Siblings, Uncle, Aunts, Etc…) On A Pedestal And Expect The World From Them Because We Expect Them To Be Perfect. We Expect Them To Not Fail And Always Do Right By Us. But How Can We Ask Someone To Do Something, We Can’t Do Ourselves?