A Living Hell

Home, it drives me insane I can’t think, or go about my business without someone digging their nose into it. There’s no privacy, not even in my Therapy Journal. When I express my feelings, I get screamed at or told that Im wanted to be beaten to a pulp for being a shit. Or told that I am an embarrassment to my family. When I trap my emotions, I eventually explode becoming very malicious and violent. Then, I get in trouble. I can’t express or trap my thoughts without my family going through it and commenting on everything, they don’t even listen. They think, “I know how to fix a teenager! You beat it, until it listens!”