Dear You,

Out of all the people I have met in my life, I despise you the most. From the day I met you, I knew I didn't like you and wouldn't. We have virtually nothing in common. Nothing that gives a reason to try and communicate. In reality, the only thing that has come out of your mouth in regards to me for the past few years are criticism and commands. I am a younger brother, not a stepson. But when the time comes that you are able to point out the flaw in the way I am behaving, you step up and shout it for everyone to hear. If I dare as shout, I am punished. If I dare speak to you with the disrespect you give to me, I am in trouble. But remember when you made the mistake that branded you as nonredeemable to me? When I pointed out your flaw. When no one else spoke up to you except for me. You took it as disrespect. A child can't possibly put an adult in their place. Even if you don't tell me to do something or ask for help, you expect it? You assume that I am a mind reader like you think the rest of the family is? I know that I am young and stupid in your eyes. Both of yours. I feel like I can't actually speak to either of you because I am just looked at as stupid. Anything I say is either mispronounced or not explained well enough for you. You hate that I don't talk to either of you about what problems I have...but how am I supposed to? If the affairs I get myself into are just stupid teenage mistakes and I am the stupid teenager who is in them, why would I talk to the people who don't understand? That makes no sense.

And you. The only reason I am here. All my words are just bad teen poetry to you. All "Emo crybaby bullshit" in your eyes. Everything that I express is just plain over dramatic. I just bleed drama and cry melodramatics to you. I live to see the suffering and over exposure of attention from you in your eyes. In reality, your attention has been nothing but negative for the longest time. I pushed you away because I didn't want your help. I was sick of being the helpless child. I wanted to strive. It didn't work. Oh well.

You know, showing attitude is completely different from protecting myself. When I am about to get reamed for not helping when I was getting ready to is complete bullshit. Your expression of attitude was displayed before mine. "Oh, don't get up. It's alright. We've got it." That isn't a problem at all. I'm a mother fucking wall. Shoot whatever the fuck you want to at me. Say what you want. Take it all out and just say it all. It isn't like I can do anything about it. If I so dare as to protect myself from either of you, I am regarded as a "disrespectful, ungrateful, over dramatic, little shit". I can just say something in an annoyed tone to you and I'll get the threat of being punched in the mouth for it. Because you don't deserve it.

I don't know why I am even here.