Blame it on her.

Blame it on her. She screams, pointing at me, “I hate you!” I turn away. “Yeah, well, I hate you too!” I cover my ears and scream back, trying to block out another attack . She says, “You’re not the only one here anymore.” I lower my voice. “It was better before.” She ignores me. “I can’t believe you said that.” I thought a moment. “I can’t believe I said that. When will I learn to think before I speak? I’m going to school for the first time next week. You have to shut up and don’t you dare say a thing.” “If you don’t make an idiot of yourself, I’ll say nothing.” “If I do, I’ll blame it on you.” She’d better not ruin me. You tap me on the shoulder. I look around to try and see. “Hurry, not much time.” You say. I rise, faking a smile. “Shh. I can’t hear her. Shut up, why be so hostile?” “I can’t focus!” I say to her. “Leave me alone!” She starts humming, something I recognize. Distracting, but I can hear you allright. “What music do you want to buy tonight?” She asks. I think. “Something by Skillet,” I answer, And lots of Evanescence.” I start to sing with her. You can’t hear me singing, or shouting? Why? I ask you, “Can you hear me?” I can’t hear your reply, Cause she’s still singing. But I see your puzzled face. But then it softens, I guess you remember I’m a mental case. Her words echo in my fragmented mind, accusing me of all the things i’ve ever done wrong. I can’t disagree. It’s just the way it happened, It’s just the way things were. When I do something wrong, I’ll just blame it on her.