Cold

All i hear is the yelling. Always fighting. me and you. i wish you could see that im not perfect. That i make mistakes. You just yell and say you know hat i go through. in reality you don't and i know it. You don't get me at all. You don't see the creative side of me.You just want me to relive the childhood you wasted. Maybe if you gave me some slack i might get somewhere. I want to act. I wanna sing. You want me to be a lawyer. You want me to be a doctor. To make money. I want to have freedom for one. Im going to explode. As you yell i feel your piercing eyes. I feel the coldness of them.