inspired by many arguments with my parents over a variety of things, most of them the same.


full-voiced fights and faces contorted into the most vicious snarls
screaming i wanted you to be THE GOOD ONE, LIKE ME! ME!
and it's just about what everyone wants individually
i can't say i've not tried
to be the way you want me to be.
i just...
i am who i am (and who are you)
and the bruise across my face says that you clearly can't handle it.

it feels wrong to be an enemy in your own home.
narrowed eyes and muttered words
while deep inside we all just want to be loved again
and i know you hurt over this
i do too.