Stuck

 So what is it that you want me to do?

Do you want me to be like you?

Do I even get a say in my life?

Or do you only get to say what’s supposedly right?

You will be the death of me.

Your words stab my soul painfully

You don’t understand how this feels

Thoughts keep creeping in slowly

These are the things that make me say what I say

These are the things that make me not want to stay

Not want to even live in this place

They make me want to go far away

When I think things are getting better

Life keeps reminding me I am not yet free

I feel like I am drowning more and more

And suddenly life takes a toll on me