[BLEED REBELION!!!]

* Smacks self with a can of Anti-idiot
Still can I get a definition on what you mean by pedestrian?

“expressing an experience through poetry.”
I thought I did express it I mean the poems is what I felt…hate, sadness, like screaming, dead, suicidal, just plain efffffing loud uncontrollable psychotic confusing rage.




Actually no I don’t interact with my mom “like this” all I say to her is yes ma’am/no ma’am and maybe the occasional mindless “how was your day” , could you sign this permission slip? etc. If we talk all hell breaks loose and we end up wishing death on each other.

And I happen to be confined to my room because she heard me talking on the phone and I told the person on the other line “ the only reason I go to school is to get away from her, she never stops yelling about nothing. Now I just tune out when she talks. ”
When I’m off the phone and I come down stairs she says :
HER:“ What the hell is wrong with you, you go to school to get away from me? Why do you act like such a bitch?
ME: “ I guess being a bitch is hereditary?”
HER: “You need therapy to deal with your issues, cuz I don’t need this!”
Me: “yeah and I do ? This is exactly why I don’t talk to you! I’m ain’t going to no therapy , you should go!”
HER: “ Your going to no matter what! Go to bed, as a matter a fact you don’t deserve a bed sleep on the fucking floor.” Then under her breath she calls me a cunt.

So I went up stairs glad to be done talking to her and I went to sleep on the bed. The next day she told me I wasn’t to talk to her or leave my room except for school.

And now its 3 weeks later and she hasn’t sent me to therapy she never will because it cost to much money.
Right now she’s at her friends house or something.

And im wondering why this is the only place where people say that my poetry Is just out write bad.