Alone In The World

I sat on my bed, sitting through that wretched screaming that happens every once in a while. Arguing over the most stupidest things ever. I hold back the tears, they won't do any good.

My mom walks in, she stares at me, takes in my expression and says, "How are you? Dinner's ready." Like nothing's happened. Because it hasn't.

What I heard are the ghosts of my dead grandparents who are tied to this earth, and everyday they fight over stupid things. I sit through it.

Sometimes being a psychic is terrible. I feel alone in the world, but then i realize that i can see the living and the dead, so i guess i'm not really alone.