runaway

everytime she opens her mouth i start to remember why i used to want to run away or die.
i'm tired of her empty promises.
i'm tired of her laziness.
i'm tired of her excuses.
i'm tired of her.
i hope my kids don't ever feel this way about me;
i hope they don't want to scream or punch a wall everytime i speak.
i know how to stay strong;
i've taught myself fairly well.
sometimes i just don't want to stay strong anymore.
sometimes i want to be able to relax a bit and just let things go smoothly.
summer always sucks cause more free time means more time to really think about stuff.
sometimes i just want a break from reality.