Trust. Something difficult to earn & easy to break.

Something I’m supposed to give to you even though you don’t have it in me.

You say you’re my parent, so I’m supposed to trust you. But you wouldn’t let me drive the car to get hours in for the majority of my driver’s permit bc you couldn’t handle it.

I stare at the mirror, looking at a stranger, wondering what’s wrong w/ me. Why I can’t seem to do anything right.

I can’t meet any of your expectations, my grades are dropping, I can’t function, I can’t get out of this f**king chair. I can’t manage my time, I’m always stressed abt something, WHAT AM I DOING WRONG??!!!!

I don’t understand, & I’m going to go crazy.

My thoughts are scattered as I take everything in. Visual auras from sun reflections are taking over my vision, the voices around me are getting louder & louder, & suddenly I am hyper aware of everyone & everything.

My attention switched from one thing to another in point five seconds, & I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t help but cover my ears & let out a noise somewhere between a groan, scream, & shout, just for a second.

So many people, so many lights, too many sounds. I’m overstimulated & so so so freaking tired.

I wonder how I’m going to get home. I want to leave, but I don’t trust my parents to get here quickly, & I certainly don’t trust anyone here.

& this has gotten out of hand.