I watched my parents clean out everything from my bag. It was a hobo bag. There was weed, Coc, a small bottle of Acid, and Myth.
They lectured me on the dangers of drugs. But, I coexisted. I didn't even exist at all.
I was still stuck somewhere between.
I told them about Ellie and they were still mad that 'I tarnished my body.'
How stupid that they're grounding me. 'It wasn't a big deal.' I earned a smack from my mom who told me to go to my room.
And think what I just did. I talked back to my parents.
It was shocking to them how changed I am.
But it wasn't shocking to me.
It was freedom.
It was toxic freedom.
Just the way I wanted my body to be.
"You know, Albert is only a few miles away: A long time Coc Inhabitnationlist.
"Don't you see the problem? 'Us..., we're being too lenient."
I hated them now. They're making me move away to go to a professional drug advisor.
I'm not a psycho.
I only tried drugs and got kicked for it.
That's how I flipped them off in the backseat of my ride.
A black tainted Desoto.
We're almost at the stupid place.
Look how it's all dark. Psychos lived here.
I'm not. I am just fine. They didn't have to do this.
But they didn't care about me. Instead, they were merry to get rid of me.
I'll never understand it.
