The Paths of My Life

Here I go once again,
Slaimed into a rock,
Face always is the first,
And I'm more lost.

I'm standing right here,
In the middle of the road,
Stranded; looking ahead,
At six different paths.

My mom needs me-
More than ever before,
I can't not help her,
When she broght me ...

To Life.

My family needs me,
The strongest back bone,
That everyone craves for,
And I need them as well.

After my familys' needs,
I have a life of my own,
Shopping and writing,
Sleeping every chance I get.

Now I'm looking down,
Path number four, without-
A clue for what it's for,
Maybe time to browse ...

For A Job.

Cooking is what I like,
I enjoy everything involved,
My soul is at peace,
scrambling eggs with bacon.

I have work of my own,
Not including the paperwork-
I do on a hourly basis,
For my beloved mother.

Sucks that we own a business;
A company that is our only way-
To provide food and stuff,
But no one understands it ...

Completely.

Cleaning isn't a favorite,
But I have no choice in it,
I want a clean house,
Not a pig farm like most.

Laundry is okay with me,
Relaxing and folding,
While watching TV,
Ignoring angry people.

Texting is the last thing,
That is weighing down on me,
It's not something I like-
Anymore- so just call me ...

Instead.

I apologize that my life is busy,
To much for anyone to-
Handle- and for the record,
I'M NEVER SORRY.

No one should be sorry-
No one should feel sorry,
No one IS sorry, for aything,
So take your sorries and go.

Shove them so far up your-
Without even a dip of Vaseline,
Make it hurt, like you destroyed me,
Am I being to mean?

Honestly?