me vs the world

mom bitches
too busy complaining
whining
getting her way
dads always taking her side
so now i get to hear all of his speech
my eyes are straining
and burning
and i don't know where to look
i don't want my eyebrows to cross
but they do
and my eyes just roll and roll
im fuming
but no one knows
until the tears crack open
mom asks
why are YOU the one crying?
sorry im not fearless as you
sorry i aint got no soul
sorry i don't wanna listen
you guys are too busy yelling at me to listen
when i already do
who cares if i say i know
clearly that's my way of saying i don't
it's all apart of my plan
to act like i know
i obviously don't wanna listen
i do
instead this is an unfinished fight
i head up to my room
you avoid me
i ignored you
and got punished for it
you didn't even save time to hear what i had to say
so i know where i get my hypocritical trait from
i hope something bites you
i hope something bites me
and helps me come to a realisation
all i can really do is sigh at life
and bottle it up
it isn't good for me
but then again so aren't a lot of things
my friends aren't bad influences
you want me to socialise so here i am
i don't wanna come off as someone looking for attention
im waiting for my shell to break
im a quiet exterior buried in a loud interior
and no one is willing
the barricades
when will they tumble