Just a stream of consciousness musing on the state of some of my affairs:
Tell me what to do,
Since you know so much better than me.
Show me how to be an acceptable human in your eyes.
I know I only make bad decisions,
Because that’s the only thing I’ve ever been told.
I realize I’ll never add up, come close.
It was a losing battle at the beginning.
I’m not trying anymore, but you persist.
Unrelenting judgment and scrutiny.
How dare I want the same things.
How dare I not always think of you.
But that’s what I am, aren’t I?
A reflection on you.
Something to mold, something to hold up higher.
One day, I’ll leave.
I’ll leave and not tell you where I’m going.
Then I’ll finally be free.