Doesn’t matter

I can hear you, y’know? Standing there, just outside of earshot, talking to my mom like my existence was never actually a thing. It’s so unnerving to me, the way you always manage to come out of these things unscathed..

I mean, really, you’re such a martyr.

And no matter what I do.. it doesn’t matter what I do.. I’m just wrong.

Seriously.

And not a thing I say or do is gonna change that.

So I keep my mouth shut. I stay quiet on the outside so you can destroy me on the inside. At least that way I don’t look like the fool I’ve become.

Dually noted.

Lesson learned.