Turtle
I spend most of my time being a maid
In a house that holds my family but
I’m just a stranger that’s here on extended stay until I am 18
I am just an emotional punching bag
And sometimes an actual one
4 more years
3 more years
2 more years
Counting down the time my extended stay ends
But as it gets near I’m scared to know what happens after that
I don’t have any money yet
I don’t know how to drive
I can’t pay for college tuition
Should I stay for two more years and continue to be a stranger in a house that holds my family my own blood
And continue to be a punching bag
How will I pay for a place to live
How will I get to college
How will I get a car or a job with no experience
2 more years I say
1 1/2 more years
1 year and 5 months to decide
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