It's funny how I find myself in this place years later.
When I turned eighteen, I boldly told them,
I wasn't letting them control me anymore.
Though, that was a lie to myself.
I am now twenty four.
Finally realizing I need to close this lengthy chapter.
It's so funny (may I stress) how I find myself in this position years later.
When I finally showed them my individuality
and that I wasn't just an addition to theirselves,
the cards suddenly flipped and I was the worst person ever.
Every move I make is frowned upon.
Even things that are wonderful
are twisted to something unrecognizable.
When they are wrong it's suddenly my fault.
And when they are being overbearing, controlling, and boundary-less,
somehow I have hurt their feelings and I am being unfair.
I can literally say nothing and somehow they have heard everything.
Oh, the confusion they leave me in.
The anxiety they tend to flare up.
The depression I find myself drowned in.
This blood that we share,
is it worth all this pain and suffering?
They will never see or try to understand how I feel.
I will always be in the wrong.
Our past and present have showed me this heartbreaking truth.
So, why shall I hang on?
Why shall I let them ruin the beautiful life I have built?
CZYTASZ
And, she lives
PoezjaA twenty something, trying to escape the social norms of staying close with a toxic and dysfunctional family; while trying to live a life that's ultimately hers. (Not edited)
