Fighting,
It doesnt solve much,
But what i dont understand
is,
Why do you have to yell
And scream,
If i ask you something,
You ALWAYS have to
Make a scene,
You say it's because
Your pregnancy or mood swings,
I say because it seems,
That i am always in your way,
And im the first person you see,
Then you tend to blame it on me,
I cant stand you,
And I always have time to run away,
But then in my head remains;
Like the funny jokes we'd say,
It's sad that im like this,
Being so young,
You make me so miserable,
And its like i have to
Stay among...you,
And watch your every move,
To make sure you're okay,
Isnt that a "man's job"
To take care,
And run the house?
Its sad
Because being in a family
That loves each other is rare
These days,
Staying here? Me?
Yes,
Because I am like your guardian,
Eatching your every move,
Making sure that you're okay,
Even if you dont see,
How grateful I am towards you,
And our so called family
 
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