Dirty Laundry.

you think you understand. but youre wrong. its not just that the laundrys dirty. its my dirt. i dont want foreign fingers touching these things, looking at my pale skin and dirty hair. you say that this is my home now. you say this is my family. but youre wrong. this is no home. just a house. this is no family of mine. you were my family. once. but everything changes. you don't care to listen. you only think that you do. you prefer the sound of your voice, of your moans. no time for me to adapt. you want everything your way. you think that it's best for me. keep reassuring yourself. it doesnt make it right, just, true.