That evening.

I was sent to my room that evening
By an order from the glass eyes of doom
As I watched the bedroom shades
Creep up on their own,
I began to think about my past
It was so bad, so evil
Even my rainsoaked face of tears knew it.
I took drugs, smoked, and cared none about school
I listened to Amish punk rock music and heavy metal
My gentle defiance was away from me.
Now I was realizing its pain.
Now I wanted to get out of this mess.
But how?