All Home LIfe Is

Fighting, screaming, tears, and a nicotine need.  I can't fill any voids in their needs. I can't
change anything it seems. I try to fight all these things. Smoking is gone, never turned back
to it. Thought about it, and had a few puffs. all they did was make me sick. so it's no more
for me. I've tried and tried to change myself to suit them and everytime i try i put a little of
my true self in it, and it f***s everything back up. I can't be who i want. I can't be what
I feel is me. truly me. I guess I'm not what they want. So f**k it, if I can't suit them with
what i feel makes me happy. I guess i'll be fine with being me. Cigarettes and beer, drugs
and w****s. Seems what they think i'm all about these days. Except they're wrong, The
only part that's right is the beer. I've gone away from drugs, and cigarettes. Never went for
w****s. Even though my dad seems to think that's what I should've. I guess I'll never be enough
for them. I don't care either. I'm fine with who I am. So f**k them, f**k their plans for me
I've got my own. F**k their ideas, and f**k their lives. cause all they mean to them is
something to show-off. Apparently so am I. I guess nothing I can do can change this, but I
only have a year or so left with them, and i'll be gone, and maybe things will be better. who
knows.