I think my most despised word right now is family.
Filling out forms and checking little squares and feeling like I'm lying.
It's a sick sort of wishful thinking, it's a torturous game of pretend except am I the only one who is still trying (or willing) to play?
It's tiring, where there should be a safe haven, a cave to rest in during the storm, there are other terrors lurking in the darkness.
The waters that should be shallow and calm are black as tar and have extended their depths and what lies waiting is only more of the unknown.
I'm ready to let go, cut my ties and open the cage and spread my wings and leave this place for you.
You can have it all.
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