Family

By: Abigail Wormwood

Conversation has ruined my evening,

Leaving me feeling like crying and screaming!

They keep reaching out and asking for me

Without realizing I want to be free.

I’m done with all their horrid suggestions;

Not to mention their personal questions.

They’ll never accept who I really am,

So I must infer they don’t give a damn.

Around them I always have to pretend,

So desperately need our contact to end.

There’s a hole in my chest sized like a fist

And it makes me wish I wouldn’t be missed.

Would you believe that a call on the phone

Could leave you feeling totally alone?