My nerves can not handle young children today, their parents are home they need to just go away.I really dispise feeling this way, but these two can just go astray. My daughter does not care, does not feel, if she did she would make this a bigger deal. Its late already, its 9 o'clock, tick-toc, I sware my daughters brains are blocked.
I sit in my peanut sheel 2 by 4 cluttered room, locked away like a old used broom. I sware no one cares about me, they can not see how very irritated I get, the hurt and anger inside of me is set. I watch these boys all the time during the long weeks, on week-ends I only seek, some private time away from these kids, its like I'm doing a prison bid.
The boys do not listen to me, their so darn spoiled, all ears are bended, its time to be mended. I ask the Lord up above why me, why must I go through this, its not jolly, its not folly. I don't enjoy living on hells earth, I want to go, go to the other side and just hide, get away from here, leaving hells earth, headed for eternity, over on the other side, just to finally hide.
To Die? To Sigh? To Cry?