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Anger,
Ire,
Rage,
Spewing to the surface,
Hard to keep a calm face,
It is a race
Against time,
Plenty of reason and rhyme,
I just need someone to scream at
To keep me sane, keep me where I'm at.
 
I told mother real quick, about something that needed to be done,
And she went on and on about how no one helps her, and we all need to be remind of things,
And how no one reminds her of things.
That's life! Not everyone remembers everything they have to do in a day,
And no one will remind you, because you're the parent, and if we remind you, you show a mad display,
Unless it's the rare occasion it's for something trivial!
Typical!
 
Had a panic attack, when I had to read the recipe for making bread,
And I couldn't read anything it said
Because my head
Wasn't in the right space,
Even though the words were right in my face.
We had to start the bread for my step-sister as well as us,
She was on her way, and I was so stressed from what happened between us,
That I had to sit down while my brother and mother started the bread,
To briefly rest my head.
 
Then step-sister comes over, and I hear that she only views the present as a way to get to the near future.
What about when she gets to that future
That she's been working so hard for?
What was it all for?
Nothing?
Because I guarantee that she will immediately move on to the very next thing!
I don't hate others for what they believe per se,
But I hate her for believing that way,
And this way,
She believes there is no soul,
She wants to believe everything is in her control!
This is her way of not being common, and being the typical "religious type",
Just drop the popular hipster hype!
(I don't hate all hipsters, just the skinny pants, overly long sweater and sweat shirt sleeves, giant round glasses, ankle combat boots with flowey skirts, leggings with nothing over them, long thick beards with no or short floofy hair, half long/half shaved, or short with floof in the front hair, overweight to an unhealthy degree but think they're beautiful anyway, white walls in their houses, with white and or grey furniture, burlap decor, and decor with brush script font on a white or forcefully distressed wooden background, that says things like "Live, love, laugh", or "love yourself", or "fuck you, you fucking fuck" type of hipster)
I hate to judge, but what is that thing that keeps us alive?
That little spark that gets our organs and processes going in the first place? How does she thrive,
When she loves poetry, musicals, and theater so godamn much,
But is lost when it comes to souls and such?
Everything is lost on her,
From the words I've heard come spewing out of her,
Apparently, if a woman has intercourse for the first time with a man who's done it before,
He should not comment about it or enjoy that fact or how it feels, therefore
It is all about the woman, what she wants, and how she feels, and no man can ever have a say, or experience any pleasure in the acts, according to her!
I fuckin' hate her!
She sucks the joy out of everything!
Believes in a spiritual nothing!
Why should she be cared for and helped if she does not experience it it real time?
It does not matter to her at the time!
Meaning it matters to her not at all!
She is just going to continue to fall
Into the pit of depression if she continues to think this pessimistic
And nihilistic.
 
And on top of it all,
I went and set up my chair, table, and food for playing on the Xbox 360,
About to sit my weary body
Down in the rocking chair,
But he didn't care,
I had to to check something on my phone real quick, and my brother saw an opportunity,
Jumped into his chair, pushing mine away, heart seeming empty,
And went into Minecraft, to build in a world I couldn't even look at (building a surprise), on the living room tv,
I had to sit looking away from the tv,
To eat my lunch,
I've got a hunch,
That he only pretended to not realize everything I had set up was for the explicit purpose of using the system he stopped playing on
And walked away from earlier that day, he should warn
When he is going to play on it,
After leaving it,
And leaving it open, seemingly free,
Then jumping in, last minute, making others dissapointed and angry.
 
The levels of stress I feel, emanating from everyone here,
Is more than I can bare, it is clear,
I need to temporarily get away from here
As soon as all is clear.