Life behind school

My parents continuously told me, life doesn’t always go the way you want it to. It’s what you make of it. Then is my life hell or what? Every day I come home, I see my parents smile, then even before you know it, I hear them screaming and yelling, my daddy throwing things telling my mom to pick them up. My siblings fighting and cursing, saying they hate each other. I sit and stare while my life passes me by, wondering why I’m even alive.