I’m scared of you

You used to be my best friend,

But now you’re abusive

And you were the true cause of my failure.

Isn’t it obvious why I didn’t want to be at the house all of the time?

I can’t afford to be depressed

You don’t acknowledge that I do my housework, even when I’m going through a hard time

You only see days when I’m not at home

Days when I slack, when all I need is time out.

I hate living with you now.