It’s hard to live with people that aren’t your parents. People that don’t know

you entirely. People that don’t know why you are what you are and why you do the

things you do. People that judge you for what you do, who you hangout with and

what you wear. People that have no clue whatsoever  of the pain you go through.

They say they care and know what you’re going through. They say they treat you

like family but why is there always doubt about that? After quite some time they

see every little thing about you. They tell you things that damage your

self-esteem. Things that they say is “constructive criticism”.  Probably, but why do

we take it so offensively?
  

    We say we’ll get used to all of this but we definitely don’t. We still get hurt with

their words, with what they think of us and with how they treat us. They may think

that they’re doing what’s best for us and it maybe is but they don’t feel the

suffocation, misery and the undying stress when you’re at home. It’s always quiet

at home but the silence is uncomfortable and awkward. Even the laughter and the

jokes are awkward because we all know that it’s not going to last. Even going home

is a drag. Your muscles start to tense up, your heartbeat goes faster and your

breathing gets uneven. You always think you’re going to be in trouble when you get

home although you did nothing wrong. It’s the misery you get used to. When it’s

bright and jolly in the house that’s when you think it’s too good to be true.
  

    Of all the things you worry about, you never get to think about what you truly

want with your life. All the dreams you had when you were a kid faded away. All

the fuzzy feelings you had when you imagined you’ll be able to be free and worry

free disappeared. All of them just bailed out on you. What was left was you and

how you’re going to deal with these people that put **** load of stress on you every

single damn day. People that non-stop are on your back for every single thing.

Money, school, friends, work and your goals. Your goals are never sure because

you never want to disappoint them with the wrong answer. You never want to

prove them that your life is going nowhere.  Because that’s what they think.
    

     Everyday you think you’re one day closer to getting out of that house. But then

you think bout all the things they’re going to say when you leave. How ungrateful

you are. How fortunate you are for being helped by them. Money gets in the way of

what you want. Because you owe them. Because they fed you and kept you under

a roof that was theirs. You’re never going to get to say what’s on your mind

because you think it’s disrespectful. You owe them a whole lot. So your freedom is

theirs. Either way you think about it, you’ll always end up the loser. They’ll always

make up the stories that you were a brat and that you never listened and that you

did things that are either morally wrong or just socially unacceptable. They can’t

prove these things but still they have ways of making people believe that.
    

     These people are the people that think they own you because you owe them.

These are the people that treat you however they want to according to their mood

because they can. They feed off your fear and love it when you do fear them

because they know that you’ll do whatever they tell you to. They know they can get

into your business because they think they have the right to. Their called relatives.

People related to you by blood and not by anything else. And you think blood is

thicker than water? Think again.