My mother is a strain in my neck,
she causes me to clench my jaw, mind, neck and back every time she gets near.
I hear the tone of her voice and think about how she screeches my jaw and every sense of self.
She distracts me, is negligent of her surroundings and easily manipulated beyond belief.
She causes me stress, pain, worry and concern. As she begs insistence that she does no wrong or cannot be better in her ways.
So comfortable in her inefficient, silly, stubborn ways.
She believes she's able to do anything and will not be put down.
Yet frequent to play a victim, as if she could do no wrong,
she wears me thin and hurts my head, strains my neck and teeth.
I do not wish for her to die and yet, it's easy to say that I do,
I'm under stress of her pacing walk, her love is sick, gross and under stated beyond belief.
My father is a control freak, or so I'm led to think, yelling, stressed and angered, yet he pays his way into the world.
Struggled, they have for long, and yet, pain they bring me much.
I feel free without their looming lapse and wish not to discuss with them.
People are frustrating, yet, to some degree they're nice.
When I am in the world, I feel able to think, be and do.
Just the very spark of my mothers voice sends my spine to urge pain and shrivel into my skin, I feel the stress seep in.
She coughs, sniffs and shutters,
I hate how she makes noise.
It brings me much frustration to hear her existence in my world.
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