Flashbacks

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20774
United States
38° 52' 5.5668" N, 76° 47' 28.8816" W

The inseparable bond just disappeared into thin air,
As if it never existed to begin with.
But wait, flashback: weekend after weekend , we'd ride the metro to D.C. or go see a movie. We'd talk, we'd laugh, we'd have a good time.
But now, I yell at you, you yell at me,
We yell at each other.

I'm constantly feeling like everyone else comes first,
What about me? Your joy, Your happiness?
Your American Express, can't leave home without it?
Mom, flashback: When dad was around. When it was just the three of us, I constantly felt like I was the center of your world. I knew for a fact I always came first, you made it so clear.

I feel hated, unappreciated, frustrated.
Feel like running but I don't know where to run to.
Flashback: I used to be able to run to YOU.
Any issue, any topic, I could tell you without fear.
Whether it was school or bullying or even boys, I could count on you to be there.
There's so much I wish I could tell you now, but I don't know how.
I don't know how much more of this I can take.

The yelling instead of talking to me like a human being,
The mumbling horrible things under your breath,
The treating me like I'm an outsider while the real outsiders get the treatment I should be receiving.
Mom, flashback: There was a time where no else made a difference.
You loved me for me.
You never used to compare me to others the way you constantly do now.
What is it that makes them so much better than me?
I'm not sure I'll ever understand.

One too many nights I cry myself to sleep or get no sleep at all,
Over the hurt and pain you put me through.
But don't worry mom, I don't have nighmares
I still have dreams:
They are flashbacks of you and me.

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