I fight with mom, fight with dad.
I fight with brother, sister, and the other little one.
I can’t stand anyone and anything,
but at the same time I need everyone and everything.
I stomp out of the dinner table because no one seems to understand me.
If only there were another me,
so treating with my parents would be less exacerbating.

I alienate myself into the acoustic sound of music.
The sound waves carry me away to another ambience,
to a belvedere up high of the ground,
in which all I see is the green life of nature, causing peace within me.
I can even imagine a clinquant statue blinding my eye with its greatness,
symbolizing that sometimes the greatness of my parents makes me go mad
because I don’t like to accept when they are right,
making that acceptance an elusive path to find.

I take myself back to the time,
when sitting in the old, hard, boring desks in the middle school
caused nothing but impatience to leave the classroom.
I remember when my health teacher would say,
“going through adolescence is not easy, kids.”
Of course, I was a sassy, naïve, little girl who did not listen,
but now I am starting to inoculate in my mind the fact that she was right;
this stage in growing up is certainly not an easy one.

Being an innocent, little girl seemed so long ago.
There is always that time when I need nothing more than the sentient of solace of both mommy and daddy as I used to call them before.
I take myself back to the time,
when I would run down the never ending, dark hallway to my parents room
because I was frightened by the creatures that would come behind me.
What a big of an imagination I had!
But nothing was more soothing than reaching home base,
releasing a soft sigh expressing security.

I know that I fight with mom, with dad,
with brother, with sister and the littlest one.
But what they don’t seem to understand is that I am still trying to understand myself,
and that the end of a new beginning is approaching within me,
and I am not yet sure were I am going to land.
Is it that I am afraid to go live by myself?
Or is it that I am afraid of the independence that I am going to gain?