Yeah,
It’s my favorite thing when you treat me like this.
Like I’m nothing;
Just an outlet for your stress and anger.
I just love it.
So why don’t you yell at me again?
As if I did something to deserve it.
And then I can go back up to my room
Where I can try to come up with reasons why
Try to justify your rage and volume
Your colorful language.
All directed at me though I’ve done nothing.
I wasn’t the cause but you never fail
To let loose on me the effects.
Hey,
Why don’t you go on with this--
I’m having so much fun.
After I’ve gone I can hear you still,
Screaming at whoever is left
What will you do when we’re all gone?
You’ve chipped away all of your respect
We obey you out of fear,
Not love.
Why don’t you yell at me again?
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Good
Always a pleasure to read your work. Teenage angst; gotta love it.
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(yay finally remembered my password!!)somebody yelled at you?! it sounds like your dad since you mention going back up to your room. i dont really understand the scheme of it though, you have to read these to me in person!
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Sounds like somebody just can't communicate without using their anger response, good to write about it and let it out tho I can relate,, not such a good commincator sometimes myself,, like the person in your poem.
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