perplexed clutter

my mothers habbits throughout her life reflected onto my skin. who she became as a person was taught to me ever since birth. if only it were fortunate. i see it happening to my sister too. she’s a trouble child and a troubled child. her friend kara’s mother called my mom today saying, “suzanna was screaming at the top of her lungs because kara wasn’t playing the way suzanna wanted to play.” it puzzles my mom to why suzanna could possibly act so bad and provides me with ample blame. although, i’ll admit i do influence suzanna in some bad ways but every teenager does. i try not to, i try to calm my rage before it arises to full potential. unlike you i actually try. i try so badly to stop the anger and hate because i don’t want it flowing through my veins. complaint after complaint fire from your lips, but i see no sign of alters. i feel your regret when i look into your eyes. i hear the sadness in your voice. i feel the pain you’ve held because i hold it too. i wish i could reach your soul and free your mind. i don’t think i’m quite capable right now but soon enough the power will come to me. i just hope it won’t be too late but i have a feeling it won’t. i know this is all you’ve ever know but you can know so much more than you realize. step by step if you are deticated but why should you not be? the rotten thing is because you’re only human. not all want to better their life and knowledge. not everyone wants to learn the better ways to live, that’s why there is so much hate. hate is the bare reason for the destruction in our world. i hope you will see.