Stress

“You need to recruit people”
“Wash the dishes”
“Cook food”
“Clean your room”
“You’re going to fail”
“Do this at this time”
“Do that at this time”
“I don’t care what you’re going through you’ll do what I say”
“I’ll destroy it, I don’t care if you payed for it”
“You’ll have nothing”
“You’ll never move out”
“You need to join us!”
“Idc what you want”
“Idc about your opinion”
Why, why can’t I do anything!
Where are my friends...
Did they lie when I said I could talk to them
I want to cry!
I want to die
Maybe if I did I could finally voice my own opinion
Maybe then I could have a life
Maybe then I’ll be free
I just want my friends!
Why are they never there when I need them
But when ever they need someone they go to me
I want to cry
I want to die
That’s all I can say
Maybe then people will notice what they put me through
What they have neglected
My friends will understand what they’re missing
My opinion doesn’t matter here
My wants and needs are hardly even noticed
I’m being kept alive
That’s all
But what if I took that away
Then maybe I’ll finally be given a chance to speak