it is easier to swallow the idea that you don't care
than that you don't understand
(or that you can't or won't).
but when you don't understand.
you, who birthed me.
you, who raised me.
you, who i've trusted almost blindly with my feelings.
you, who supposedly loves me unconditionally.
you, who supposedly always has my best interest at heart.
when you don't understand,
can't understand,
won't understand,
who else will?
on the eternal struggle to express myself (and especially my own personal struggles) to my parents that is consistently met with a heavy sigh and a "are you sure you don't just want something to be up-in-arms about?"
