I live in my room.

I can hear you screaming below me.

You mouth spits foul language.

You never stop.

For years I cried over your hate.

Now tears turned to anger.

I used to cry when you wanted rid of me.

Know I wish I was anywhere else.

I never do enough for you.

But I honestly don’t care.

I don’t hate you.

I just want to live.

I think you want me to die.

I want to fly.

You want me to crash.

Your anger is your  problem.

Yet it floats like mist.

I never figured out why.

But I will survive.

I’ll never understand.

I forgive you though.