I hate being at home
with my mother.
She likes to rant on
and on about my flaws.
She likes to wake me up
early in the morning.
She likes to nag
about me doing nothing
when in reality,
I help her out a lot.
She likes to compare me
with my other family members
perhaps ranking me the lowest.
She's a hypocrite,
to a point that I can't bear.
That I talked back to her
and start the cold war
for the umpteenth time.