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The Point?
I moved out.
I am my own adult now.
I left behind the judgment of my Christian mother,
and my party going father.
Divorcees that judge, how ironic.
For I am not good, or bad, enough for either of them.
I found a good place in my life.
I have friends that care.
Friends who love and support me, for me.
And now it is spring break,
a time of renewal and birth.
My parents have invited themselves to my new home.
I hate them for it.
Why can't they just LEAVE ME ALONE?
What is the purpose of still judging me and making my life hell?
I just want to exist on my terms,
HAVEN'T I EARNED THAT MUCH?
But what's the fucking point?
They will never hear me.
Because they will never want to hear me.
So what's the point?
Tell me.
Can you tell me?
Please!
WHAT'S THE POINT?
I am my own adult now.
I left behind the judgment of my Christian mother,
and my party going father.
Divorcees that judge, how ironic.
For I am not good, or bad, enough for either of them.
I found a good place in my life.
I have friends that care.
Friends who love and support me, for me.
And now it is spring break,
a time of renewal and birth.
My parents have invited themselves to my new home.
I hate them for it.
Why can't they just LEAVE ME ALONE?
What is the purpose of still judging me and making my life hell?
I just want to exist on my terms,
HAVEN'T I EARNED THAT MUCH?
But what's the fucking point?
They will never hear me.
Because they will never want to hear me.
So what's the point?
Tell me.
Can you tell me?
Please!
WHAT'S THE POINT?
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