two days into it,
already tip-toeing across creaking floors
and keeping eyes down to avoid confrontations.
all mom does is cry, argue, complain,
and i'm here to clean up the mess,
to agree with her, to make it all better.
two days into it,
already missing my support system
and my best friends to make me laugh.
i work out, but mom questions my reasoning.
i eat a snack, but mom questions calories.
i watch a show, but mom questions my scheduling abilities.
i do something as simple as lay down,
and mom questions my productivity.
i am seen as a drain on this family because
i am working on fixing myself.
questions upon questions that i have no answer to:
when am i going to work,
when is my group counseling,
when do i have volleyball,
how will i pay tuition,
how will i pay rent,
why am i changing my major,
how do i feel about people i haven't even
talked to in months,
am i going to mail him the necklace
i thought was lost,
am i depressed am i suicidal am i cutting.
mom i just don't have answers for you.
and i think it's about time you stopped asking.