I walk back into my room through my window, I sigh and rub my face.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise” I rub the place I got hit.

“What’s going to bruise”? I hear my mom say from my left.

I look to my left and the lights turn on and my mom is sitting on my bed with my light remote. She looks pissed.

“Mom?! W-what are you doing up” I stammer in shock.

“I could ask you the same thing” she scowls

...

She stares at me with the brightest eyes and the warmest smile. I can’t take it, she barely knows me, yet her eyes say otherwise. She grabs my hand and tells me she loves me with those eyes. It’s always her eyes, they speak to me more than anything. Maybe it’s the alcohol but her eyes look almost like they are her heart. They are her mind. They are her mouth.

“I’ve never met anyone like you bef...

I live my life upside down

I walk, talk, breathe, upside down

It makes me distorted

But maybe it’s not so bad

I can see things no one does

I can do things no one does

I may look normal to others

Maybe not

Who cares

Upside down or not

I’m me

I’m upside down...