i'm sitting in the back seat of the car my dad behind the wheel my mom in the passenger seat sitting and writing instead of telling them it is not because i do not think i'm ready i am it is because i do not think they are i know they will think they have made a mistake i cannot be broken i do not want them to try to fix me enough people have tried but will they ever be ready i know there is no perfect time but all i know is the time is not now