Broken but ready to get up and fix myself

Just waiting for the right moment


Broken things
Don’t mean much to others but my tears, sweat, all that testifies to the effort I put in to leave my controllers and be independent.

Then someone came and started to break things.

Three beds
Three tablets
My pictures of my family
My picture of my uncle who passed a year before that was like my second dad
My car
My pet
My laptop
My phones
My clothes
My underwear
My bedside cabinet
My drawer set
My rainbow lights
My cups
My drinking glasses
My sofa
Things that were sentimental
Just broken and or ripped

I recently joined the library
The first book ripped
The second book lost

My exams
Were from home
One thing I asked
I begged
Let me sit my exam with no distractions
Promises
What happened
The total opposite
Talking shouting screaming
I was patient reasonable
And then I lost my mind
I failed my exam
They wouldn’t shut up
The level of shit they have made me feel
They may as well have taken a shit on my things
I asked them to help
That’s the day they do the opposite

I have learnt this person will do the opposite

I’m going away