Screwed up

Thing were alright just now.
How does it feel to be torn apart by two parties?
Dear, you are my first piority. And you are because I love you.
My parents are second but they have to be obeyed out of fear. Not respect.

Everytime I cry, I have to watch out for them. This doesn't feel remotely close to a home.
Fuck this shit. Once I can break free, I'll make sure you guys will pay.
Bunch of motherfuckers who doesn't know how to appreciate things done for them.
Especially you dad, I.hope.you.drop.DEAD