Parents

Hiding in my bed all day
Is getting very mundane
But it’s necessary
When all you can hear
Is stomping and yelling
And negativity
I jump at the shrill voices
That you think I would be used to
After all these years
I am just so done
And ready to have my own space
To be able to feel safe in the living room
Just sitting on the couch
Without judgement
No one to tell me
That I am eating too much
Or talking too much
Or sleeping too much
Or existing too much
I’m dying for positivity
And someone to care for me
I long for the day
That I don’t have to hear
All of this noise
But for now I’ll sit here
Body sore from laying too much
Surrounded by water bottles
And old food
And dirty laundry
Watching the same TV show
Focusing on my stinging eyes
And dreaming I’m somewhere else