So there my dad goes again,
with his horrible horrible temper,
shouting about how me n my bro aren't communicating with him at all
& wouldn't care if both of us were dead.

trying hard not to cry.
i must be strong.
i won't be a pussy.

Speaking in a deadpan manner helps me forget the hurt.

Anw, he's went on about deleting me n my bro's hp numbers off his phone.
& going on an overseas trip with just him, my mom & my sis.
basically, the whole fam except me n my bro.

we are to stay at home while they go off.

well see, dear dad.
the anger that have built in me,
over the years of maintaining my composure,
and not succumbing to angry outbursts
and not talking back AT ALL,
i might just be HAPPY to be left at home.
& i MIGHT be just the daughter you wish you never had.

My words are harsh,
but yours were worse.

Labels: anger

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