Daughter

you think i would be ecstatic she os coming home,

That i would make a banner,

 beat the drum sing a song,

something...

but the only thing im filled with is dread,

sounds like im a horrid person.

i dread my mother coming home,

i dread what life is going to be like,

how my life will change even more,

how frail her life is,

how i may come home one day,

and i find her again.

this sounds selfish but i dont think,

ok, sorry, i know,

i cant take much more,

im going insane,

im being boiled alive...

i cant keep this mask on,

this mask of,

nothing can bother me

its killing me and sending pains through my chest,

ive done this routine before,

although with school coming to a close, 

it will be working and taking care of her,

soon to be moving out,

soon to be able to live a life,

but all the while being stuck 

with her im stuck in a pit of anxiety 

and untold depression,

some see it,

 some dont,

those who see it they dont know it all...

the kind of daughter i am is the worthless one,

the selfish piece of s**t daughter that cant do anything,