and again.

she chased me out of the house and he told me he wanted to check my bags for stolen items. all because you wanted to masturbate to a porno instead of making sure i was aware they were home. look what you've gotten us into, this mess of jumping onto and off of your bed isn't sacred anymore, it's an act of running away and telling my cousin no more television watching. don't even worry about excuses, i'll pack up two laptops and a pair of game controllers even though i don't know where they came from. i'll run and be somewhere i don't remember being. i'll sit in your yard and listen to songs that no one else understands. they'll tell me again and again that i'm not welcome. i'll tell myself again and again that i'm not welcome. i'll wake up frightened for the first time in a long while.