I like to believe that I am in control.
That I am independent.
I mean I worked my ass off for a degree
by myself.
I saved up for 5 years and bought a car
by myself.
I have a good paying part-time job
by myself.
I’m looking for a big girl career now
by myself.
But yet no matter how what I do
to make myself feel like
an accomplished adult
I will always be trapped.
For I may have a degree,
a car,
a job,
but you will always make sure
that you still control
some small piece of my life
so that I always have to come back
to this horrid place.
You will always keep me dependent
so that I can never escape,
even though this atmosphere is toxic
and is killing me; suffacting me
making my accomplishments
as worthless as myself.
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