Stupid Things

You always say

"You're getting mad over something

So stupid."

If I thought it was stupid,

Why would I be getting mad about it?!

Why would I be

Wasting my time and energy

Fighting for it?!

I don't like my brothers

Listening to my music.

Why is that stupid?!

My music has meaning.

It means something to me!

It makes me happy when

I'm sad, destructive.

They only like it because

It "sounds cool"!

And they act like

Their such good musicians.

No, they're not!

I'm the musician in the family.

That's my thing,

What makes me special!

I get angry when they

Ask to use the computer.

Because they use it all the time!

That's all they do,

All day every day!

Play the dumb computer.

When I use it,

I'm writing!

I'm doing important things.

I hardly play it anymore!

I hate being your maid!

You just sit around all day,

And you hardly talk to me,

Unless you need something.

"Can you get my bag for me?"

"Can you go grab the mail?"

"Can you make me a sandwich?"

The boys are right next to you,

But you drag me out of my room,

No matter what I'm doing,

To do something

You or any of them could do.

You want something?

Do it yourself?!

Admit it!

I'm just a maid,

A ghost,

Nothing to you!

You don't care what I think!

You just think it's

A bunch of stupid things.

Well those stupid things...

They make me me.

So, get over it!