Am I trying too hard or not enough?
I don’t have what it takes to give up.
Threads are coming loose on my lifeline,
But this life, hanging, was never truly mine.
I’ll reach out when I’m good and ready,
But please loosen your tight grip on me.
I don’t resent you for caring too much,
I hate you for your reasons, you’re out of touch.
Third in line and I’d rather be an orphan,
Here just because you couldn’t afford an abortion.
So excuse me for going my own way now,
But this little ‘surprise’ is old enough to know how.
To know the rules and every human right,
Old enough to clench my fists and fight.
I know all I’ll ever need to know,
So all you need to do is let me go.
Poem I wrote while living with my parents still. very immature and harsh but i can only handle a matter of hours in the same house as my family before i go nuts.