What Do They Want

When I speak, it’s a problem. When I’m silent, still a problem. If I answer, I’m talking back. If I don’t, I’m disrespecting them. When I mind my own business, they dig into my thoughts, as if they’re not the reason my mind is heavy. If I’m on my phone, it’s too much. If I’m studying, it’s never enough, or just an act because they walked in. What the hell do they want? Because whatever it is, it's not me. it's never me.