Unappreciated Largiloquence

I sing the truth when I know the words Try to keep up, though the strain sometimes hurts. My mother and sister fight like nothing else I cannot stop them; nothing I do helps. Sister and I get along quite well However my mother behaves as though she's out of hell. I don't appreciate the big words she uses As much as she attempts, she never confuses I easily comprehend, though I wish I could not For if I didn't, life would be much more hot. Mother yells obscenities when I make her mad She blames all of our "family's" troubles on my dad. She calls me things that I shouldn't know the meaning But you catch on from context after repetitive screaming. Mommy dearest will begin to cry, for we've hurt her feelings somehow Though when we say "please don't yell at me", she simply has a cow. I haven't the privelage to ask her a question at all If I don't want to be grounded, though her tales are tall She'll say I was sarcastic, rude, and just mean And say I'm SO hateful when my room isn't clean When I kill myself, end my life, play God. It will be because of how she treated me: odd. I'm just the extra-the baby, you see? Her life would be easier if she didn't have me. 4-7-02The title addresses the words she uses that she thinks I don't know, because I know it would feel better for her to be yelling things that I can't comprehend Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 10:20 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1