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[aid] => mick
[title] => Late Night Fight
[time] => 2005-06-22 19:42:09
[hometext] => Got in a fight with my dad and i wrote bout it.. . .
[bodytext] => 3 a.m. and I’m still awake Cannot sleep for fear of what I’ll find deep within my mind Flipping through the channels on the TV Staring blankly at the pretty colors flashing by The door to the stairway opens and I hear footsteps A sleep awaken worried dad appears in the room I glance at him and roll my eyes for trouble has arrived Here he is to preach again. To inform me of another sin and of all the things I do wrong This time is the sermon on how to get to sleep at a proper time so I don’t sleep another day away. “Yeah, I screwed up once the other day and slept til 3 p.m.. . . . But, hey! The whole last week I have been ill and still had to go to work at 6 a.m. and now I’m tired and need some extra rest but it’s so hard to get to sleep now with so much on my mind and with this chest cold it is hard to breathe.” But he doesn’t care about any of that. He just loves to fight and judge. He starts to yell and won’t stop. I open my mouth to say something but I get interrupted as usual. This is so routine I should be used to it, but I guess I have a small hope that someday, somehow we will be able to talk stuff through calmly and come to a compromise, but I guess that day has not arrived. Until then I’m gonna learn to just sit quietly and take it so he can feel as if you have won. So I sit here, listening to his ongoing ***** and wait for him to make his leave By then it half way to 4 a.m. and I’m so worked up I run in my room and jump on my bed screaming. I throw my pillow across the room and knock over my bedside lamp. The light bulb shatters and I swear out loud as I sit on my bed feeling deflated and defeated. It seems that no matter how hard I try he is never satisfied He can always find something wrong with me. One screw up and he yells at me forever about it like it’s a new habit. I guess I’m never gonna make him happy. I’m beginning to wonder why I even try. ~Kortnie~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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