The Real World
My room is in a basement with black walls. No TV or colorful posters on my wall. My bed is across the dryer and washer machine. There's dirty clothes on the other side of the basement. I can't wash my clothes that's filled up in my hamper because I don't have my own detergent. I hate living in a basement where I sleep on a blow up bed. This blow up bed is comfortable but, not comfortable for me. I feel lonely down here because it's quiet. The thing that makes this worse is I live in a town house where I can hear the next door neighbors. But, at least I have my computer and a phone. At least I have something to sleep on and two dressers. This is not the life that I want to live in. My daddy is trying to teach me what the real world is like and I already know what the real is like. He just thinks I'm dumb. My dad doesn't even support me in my poetry. I tried to go to so many Open-mics to get my name out there and he wouldn't even give me ten dollars to support me. Not saying that he's a bad dad because he isn't. I just wish he cut me some slack. If he really wanted to me to make money, he should've supported me in the open mics. All I needed was ten dollars to get in and a ride there. I could've made money off of that. They say I take things for granted which I really don't. If they knew how I really felt about this, they would finally shutup about it. My daddy nags me about getting a job and he doesn't even acknowledge me for trying. I fill out job appications and call the companies back a bunch of times. But, my daddy doesn't understand how hard it is to get a job. He should've known that because he is a DJ. My dad always tell me to start my own business and I shouldn't have to work for somebody else. But, I still need money in order to start my own business. He gave me a deadline to get my shit in order on 9/11. He said that if I don't get my shit in order by that deadline he would send me to the military or I would have to go back and live with my mother. The only reason why I don't want to live with my mother because she is in Indiana. Indiana is to far and doesn't have any transportation for me to get to school or any other place. I refuse to get stuck in Indiana. This makes me feel like no one is listening to me or that I don't have an opinion on anything. This makes me feel sad and this makes me cry a lot. I hate thinking about this during school and when I'm in other places. This is too much for me and I wish that people actually cared about how I felt.