i hope i'm adopted.

where's my actual biological parents?
because, i really hope this isn't my actual family.
i hope i was mixed up with some other baby, and i can actually get out of this.
can you just stop yelling at me for once?
and realize that youre yelling hurts the shit out of my ears?
do you HAVE to bitch about everything?
because, it's getting really old.
it's been old, ever since i came over here.
all i come here to do is eat youre food and get on the computer.
i don't use you, i swear.
but you use me.
you don't realize shit.
i do all these things for you because i actually think they might make you a little happy,
and you don't appreciate any of it.
it's like, it's expected of me.
if i ran away, would you come look for me?
youre wearing out my name, and i don't want it to sound so familiar.
i want it to sound new, like i changed it or something.
i don't want to recognize it, so i won't have to answer it.
if i didn't exist, who would you rely on?
noone would do shit for you, 'cause sadly, i'm the only one that puts up with you.
everyone else has the balls to scream back at you, and i'm surprised i haven't yet.
everytime i talk to you, it's like a time bomb waiting to explode.
and it surprises me EVERY time.
it's old, but it's new.
it's new, but it's old.
you need to STOP and move on with youre life.
before someone punches you in the face so hard, you need to go to the ER.
i wanna be done, but i can't.
youre my backup for when my best friend gets grounded, or can't hang out.
i still love you, but, you need to buy me a hearing aid.
STOP STOP STOP.
everytime i talk to you i wanna throw up from youre screaming.
bitch bitch bitch.
yell yell yell.
scream scream scream.
KAYLA KAYLA KAYLA.
one day, when i'm dead, you'll realize, how much of a part of youre life i had.
and it won't be in arms reach.
cuz youre going to hell.