mom's crazy.
her mind's screwed.
fuck.
like I've no mind of my own, I am commanded when to breathe and when to stop.
and most of the time, I am not allowed to breathe.
my chest feels so tight.
like something's inside and its trying to spread its wings and break free.

I wanna scream at her. scream at her ten thousand times louder.
I wanna stay in my room and never come out.
I don't want to cry, not anymore.

mom, you do not make me sad.
you make me angry.

shhh if you love me.