Overlooked

I see myself being enveloped in the idea that maybe my life is a movie.

Kind of like that Jim Carrey film, that i can't bring myself to remember.

That maybe i'm apart of some elaborate t.v. show that is a huge hit.

I wake up to yelling.

Sneak downstairs and silently shuffle in the kitchen for food. Anything edible.

The two new guests have found themselves a home on our couch.

I have a feeling they quite fancy this.

Any plans today? Nope, got ditched. Again.

Slither back in my room with a bag of crackers. These will last me two days.

Plans? Oh, but of course weed is involved. Its always involved.

Like a bad canker sore, it is in my life until I can heal from it. But not soon I bet.

A chance to be free!? Swim in a pool!? Thats it? No catch!?

Come home. Yelling pursues. Again. Why is everyone always mad?

Leave to pool. Solace.

Come home. Welcome new guest. I assume your here because my mothers absent.

Follow my shadow up the dead steps and into the dead room, where I finally die.

Where did those crackers go?

Tomorrow promises me more yelling.

"Do you really hate your brother?"

"Would you be sad if he just disappeared?"

"Well, yeah. I dont hate him. I just hate that he ruined our family."

"I love him still, but thats why it sucks."