Driven

She said I’m too confused to drive. When I’m trying to get somewhere, it’s just random turns, it’s just me turning and trying to undo my turns. Where am I? I’m on a road somewhere. I can’t call anyone because it’s dangerous. The GPS? I’m scared by the voice that is haunting me. Like cars, cars are haunting me. But the cars are just people who are like me. They are driving and driving forever. So I’m home now. And my mom thinks I’m too confused to drive. But I’m home now! Mom, this is my home that I found all by myself! Somehow. So, that’s why my mom drives me everywhere these days.