demands 12-28-06

I hide my eyes from the world, so they will not see how my eyes tear so rapidly. My eyes do this because in a sense I feel broken People say you should be happy for what you have, you have a roof over you head, a filled stomach, and a heart filed with mother's love. I see and say different. I have nothing but chaos over my head, people want what they want and are not willing to compromise. A unfilled stomach because of so much anger i have no appetite, and a heart filled with not mother's love but mother's over protective and demanding anger. I don't live in a home i realized i live in a house, where i cannot be myself. After so long i realize that i like to see things in an equal bit....and sadly people will not let me live this way