I Hate How You Think Im Always Happy

i hate how you think im always happy how you always say that you give me everything i want... its almost as if you think that the only things i want are materialistic things... like i never want to feel complete... i hate how you think im always happy how you make me feel like crap on the inside why cant you see that the only thing i ever wanted... was a single day... one day where we can laugh again... have fun again.. like we used to.. why cant you see that the all i ever really wanted was a single moment... a moment where i knew that everything would be ok... that even when teenage drama takes over... id still have you there for comfort... why cant you see that all i ever really wanted was a family.. one that i can shamlessly show my friends that i have... a family whos past can only be concidered that no more dwelling of mistakes made why cant you see... why is it so hard for you to see... that screaming and yelling and cursing and shouting.... will never scare the bad things that make you want to hide... does it make you feel better? to scream and shout? does it make you feel bigger than the man in the house? or the children who lock themselfs behind doors... who blast the music so as to hide behind the words that scream "I HATE WHEN YOU DO THIS" i hate how you think im always happy... especially when i know that happiness is the farthest thing from my mind...