I looked at my parents. They acted as though I was just a block of wood in which they had to carve out to become a perfect children’s toy.

“It was your fault,” I sneered, my eyes becoming no more than the line of my eyeliner.

“It’s your fault I’m like this! I can’t function because you wanted me to become the perfect child.” A heavy huff escaped my body.

“We’ll now I am the perfect child! Are you happy? As you fucking happy?” I began to scream.

“Now that I’m your golden child I can’t even be independent,” my eyes began to shine.

“You made me this way and now you have to deal with the torment of having a failure of a child,” I began pointing at each of them. They just sat there, their little noses barely twitched with guilt.

“Because of you I’m never going to be able to get a job, I can’t even get into university! Maybe if you hadn’t been so selfish… you could’ve taught me how to be a person. Not some needy, grotty little kid.” Fresh tears were streaming down my face, infuriating me even more. Even though I was trying to be grown up I couldn’t help but return back to the child I had been taught to be.

“I can’t fucking believe you two, I can’t believe how selfish you were.”

And with that I stormed out of the house. Sobbing, I ran to the woods; my favourite hide-out-spot. I sat on top of the fallen oak tree, gently rocking myself backwards and forwards.

Idk really know tbh