Terrified of confrontation.
Bad experiences not remarkable.
Yet when you withold all you have is bad experiences.
You would think it better to let it out.
To stand your ground, and make things understood
But rarely do things change.
So you are either forced to accept them,
Taking the back seat... Again.
Or you take the risk, and make yourself heard.

Frustration, that's what I feel.
Your time seems laxidazical.
You have five days a week of freedom.
Yet you sleep. You lay and watch TV, lay and read books.
Leaving responsibility to the last second.
I'm left alone.
Forced to put my self out there.
Hoping for a response, trying to make plans.
Something you rarely do.
I feel like I am the victim,
Suffering a wound to my heart, where the hollowness awaits.

Yet, here I am, taking the backseat again.
To afraid to change.