Family. [somthing I wrote a century ago..]

Why is that I come home with a sudden frown on my face, that was just a convincing smile? Or continous tears running down my face? It's the pressure of my family. They don't understand me, they assume I lock my door and turn off the lights because I'm acting like a stubborn little bitch. Well, that's the only fucking peace I get around this bullshit household. The house that has the repeats of my mother screaming at me, Oh her unpredictable actions. Funny how they are huge hirprocrits, too. My parents always told me to lower my voice, and once I do, they make it seem as if I'm trying to play it off, and I'm puropsely acting like a moron. And they say I deserve the lectures, that turn into yelling and threatning. Even if I do get what I want, if it comes to the most up-to-date styles or the nicest shoes, it doesn't always please me, and it's much not worth the price I have to pay. I can't wait to run away from this living hell.