Those moments in the heat of our arguments,
Where I look at you and you don't look back
As if I'm not even worth that swish of a head,
As if I'm not a part of your family, your blood,
As if I'm an accident that took away the love they had for you.
I'm so tired of how you treat me.
How you demand things from me like you own the place.
I'm tired of your threats.
If you want to throw it, just do it.
I don't care anymore.
I hope you leave soon so I can fix all the pieces
Of freedom given to me
To make a huge collage,
And without you there to torment me,
I will be free atlast.