Do you even know why I still work? Having money in my account keeps me at ease, times like this at least I can pay for myself and I can save the trouble of asking you. Sometimes working and coming home to darkness and all of you are tucked in bed, I feel more at ease this way. At least I don't have to hear this nagging. Sometimes I don't even think its nagging anymore. It's something worse. Something that just fills my head up with bad thoughts. Those bad thoughts that I keep trying to get rid of.
Blaming me for something I never did. It's not the first time anyway. Just because I wasn't the very best child when I was young means everything is my fault. I fought hard to make you proud. I studied hard. But did I ever get any recognition? I guess not. After all I'm supposed to do it. Its my responsibility. Now I know better. Looking at the past, everything I did was for myself. I live for myself, not for anyone else.
I still remember kneeling on the floor for four straight hours in "repentance" for something I hadn't done. Nobody pitied me, I just pitied myself, for being at a total loss for words when you slammed the blame on me. No evidence, nothing. Assumptions. Sometimes I question the reason for my existence. To be your punching bag? I guess so.
Nobody really cares. Feelings? I wish I could throw them away.
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