Fight

My room is my world
My comfort zone, my happiness
I am away from the world
And everyone in it
I am happy; then it happens
My mother yells
It's always about something I didn't do
Or what I did wrong
We all make mistakes
We are not perfect
Yet she still thinks that I should be
After she is done I go back to my room
I blast my music and fight my tears
I have learned that it isn't worth it to cry
So I don't
Instead I sit like a zombie, trying to figure out what I did wrong
It was one simple mistake
We all do it
Yet she thinks that I wouldn't
She yells at me
Saying the simple words
"COMMON SENSE!"
To you it may be common sense
But everyone's mind is different
That's what makes us special, unique
Yet she treats me as if I am stupid
A stupid little three year old who knows of nothing better then to mess up
I think to myself 'That's not me'
Eventually it turns to 'It would be better off without me'
Then it hits me
This was the way I thought when I went to the hospital
Memories flood my mind; I shake them away
I don't want to go back
I WON'T go back!
Now when I am called from my room
My one comfort
I take the yelling
I have learned to say nothing
Because if I do
Then I am wrong
So I take the yelling
The screaming
The pain
I then go back to my room
In the safe zone and go back to what I was doing
I have become numb
Numb to pain
Numb to everything around me
But with the numbness I have gained something
I am going to do the only thing I can
The one thing that will make sure I do not mess up
To make sure that I am not sad
The one thing that can make things right
I will fight