You gave birth to me.
You went to a far way land to support me.
Years passed. Connection fell apart.
You became a stranger who is very familiar to me.
Pays the house I live in. The food I eat. My education.
I have been a stubborn girl.
I am an atheist.
I am undecided about my future.
I am 23 years old.
I really made you mad this time.
I made you mad because of something I don’t really see any wrong with.
You have to have everything your way.
You expect me to turn to your tunes.
You say you are fed up with me. You have been silent for a long time and you have kept it to yourself.
I want to move out so bad.
I want to have a job and just get out from under your thumb.
I just don’t know where to start.
I don’t Want the words to hear every time I upset you is “if you don’t like it. Then move out.”
Someone would think you live here with us but you still live in that far away land and still want to run this household. My life.
I don’t desire to go to that faraway land to you and go deeper under your thumb.
Its scares me most.
I do not want to need you.
Needing you is scary.
I am supposed to need you. Want you. You gave birth to me.
But your like a debt collector to me.
I want to repay everything you have Done for me.
I got into an unlimited debt that can never be enough no matter what I do.
Your a debt collector I want to repay this unlimited debt and I want to stay away from you.
I don’t want to build my future around you.
Makes me such a bad daughter. I am a bad daughter.