my eyes are throbbing
i miss when time was strictly mine. im sick of acting the mom. am i really only 17? i want to know what it's like to be a teenager. how does it feel to break the rules? why can't i ever say no? my head is cracking down the center. crumbling around my shoulders. why don't i love the things i know i love? the void in my skull has sucked up my dedication. i want to stand up and silence a crowd. i want my words to turn your ear, to turn your page, to invoke and unsettle you. no, not you. i ask for my adolescence back. i'll even say please.