They object about your lifestyle. Saying you have a problem.
Telling you that you are a bad parent, spouse and individual.
They don't know you. They don't live your life.
Do they know about your struggles. Do they understand it’s not easy doing it all alone.
They don't hear your cries, or your pleas for just some sanity.
I hear those voices too. I wish that things would be easier.
I didn't ask for the pain or the obstacles.
I bet they don't want to lock themselves in a bathroom.
Letting themselves cry for hours just to regain some stability.
Do they punch the walls, not feeling any pain?
Do they wish to run away from it all, knowing they can't.
You long for what we all want. You don't ask for empathy.
You just ask for some space, letting you breathe.
They want to choke you with their opinions.
They want to choke you with the rules of the world.
You want to be free, breaking lose, yet you're only a prisoner.
This is not what you asked for. Who knew things would end up this way.
Yet you swallow your pride and you bite your tongue, only to be
ridiculed day after day for your efforts.
Those bastards, who do they think they are?
They don't pay your bills, they don't change the diapers,
yet, they feel they have the right.
To hell with those people, to hell with what society thinks.
You're a beautiful person. Strong willed with endless amounts of patience.
Lucky me, I don't have to deal with that shit.
I'm just a reflection in the mirror.