She Cannot Touch Me

I hear the phone, but I know it is my mother And I am not in the mood to deal with cheer right now My mood is gloomy and dark and shadowy I want to keep it this way since I am sober now It is the closest thing I have to the crash after a good high Damn! She keeps calling. Leaving messages. I hate this! If I answered, would it be better? Maybe for her. This is all the control I have, so I listen to her voice. Message 1, message 2, message 3. It is getting more desperate. I feel like the winner in this. Message 37, message 38. How many more can my machine take? I finally unplug it from the wall, loving the control I have now. I am the God of my life; she cannot touch me. Damn! She is at the door!