I used to be human.
These walls that surround me,
Ripped my humanity away.
I thought a home was a safe haven.
Where do you run when your safe haven is no longer?
I'm a prisoner behind 1000 square feet.
Slaving over a stove
Feeding and caring for sick elder.
I'm trying to not feel this way
I shouldn't feel this way.
He is family.
I'm yet still a prisoner and slave to someone who is dying right in front of me.
Clothing to wiping his areas.
To arguing to him throwing tatrums.
He is forgetting how to be human.
I'm slowly forgetting how to be human too.