There Are Things I Forget…

Things have been less than happy. All I can think of is leaving everyone I know right now, behind. The only exception being those that have followed me for most of my life. Teresa, Coral, Ron. I’d like to keep in touch with my family, but I feel like they’re smothering me. They’re not here with me, but they’re always -here- with me. Telling me what I can and can’t do. It’s a mystery as to why it’s so hard for me to defy my parents’ wishes. But as soon as my dad tells me no, it feels like law. I hate school, I hate not being on my own, I hate being criticized. Everyone irritates me, lately.

All of my accomplishments have measured up to nothing but the dirt beneath my feet. The soil helps things grow, but when salt is poured onto it, it’s just dirt. Useless. Even the worms won’t crawl through it. It’s always raining in my head. The rain drips from the tip of my nose, hitting the harsh ground below. Drops that took hundreds of years to make…they just commit suicide and splatter that wisdom onto the pavement. Eventually, they dry up and are forgotten.