Anxious

I’m fine, I’m happy as I drive home from getting my car 

As soon as I pull up to my house I see the thing I dread, my father’s car.

I hate when my parent’s are home, I feel like I don’t belong at my own house. I hate the interrogations, I hate the constant NEED of conversations.

I feel like I can’ breath, I can’t be myself

I want out  

  1. Date Posted Icon 9th February 2012