Because it's seven therty
and everything
I would take it badly
but the worst part is
that the first thing
I see in the morning
is my brother.
Harsh words
burst out of his mouth
insolting,
crusal
and acusung me
of thing
that arn't even true.
I try to ignore,
but can't.
Not only
do I have to ignore my brother,
but also
my crying baby sister,
my mom skreaming at him
and my eyes
from wanting to shut.
I get anoyed
and I finally burst.
Cursing words at him...
when my mom's gone,
and he won't shut up,
but the only thing
that cheers me up
is my other brother
liying his face
on the glass table,
and then lifts his head,
and whispers in my ear
"I think he has his period."
Laghs
trying to stay in my mouth,
but can't.
It's no longer
a horrible morning.
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