My attempt at poetry... I walk through the door And I hear is yelling. My mother yelling at my brothers, and then at me. What the hell is it this time? She bitches at me. I need to quit this, Or I need to be doing that. She wants to control me. Making me carry her burden. Rarely cares about what I want to do. I just stand there and let her do it, Because if I do speak, I won’t be heard. Next comes my father. Starts lecturing me about the obvious. “Blah, blah, you know, stuff costs money, And college this, college that.” Does he think I’m stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday. He makes me feel like a little kid. I’m going to college next year, Get over it. In the past whenever I say something he makes me feel dumb, Like I don’t know what I’m talking about. But I’ve learned to keep quiet Because I know whatever I say doesn’t matter. Do they know I can make my own decisions? I’m a big girl now. Let me learn. Let me trip and fall. They know I’m a pushover. I’m the one who never talks back. I always listen to them. I was raised that way. But do they listen to me? No. Maybe I should talk back. All this frustration brewing inside. Never getting out. I just hold it in Waiting for the day for it all to explode. Like a volcano ready to erupt. For now I just lie in bed and cry. I cry myself to sleep, Hoping that one day When I walk out that door, My silence will be heard.