Random mood stuff I guess

I am a ghost in my own home. It’s haunted.

The floors are eggshells and the walls are melting. 

I’m happier when I’m alone. But loneliness is smothering sometimes. 

Sometimes I wish I could sink into the floor and crawl into the dirt. 

Nobody would notice and that would be fine. Sometimes I miss the sun. 

But it blinds me back into hiding. 

There’s to many expectations. I can’t be the perfect daughter, I can’t be a friend at the frequency that they want.

I know I’m failing but at this point, I’m fine with it. I know I won’t ever meet the expectations. 

I’m not just a ghost in my own home, I’m a ghost everywhere I go. 

Sometimes the quiet eats me and I become one with it. 

I don’t know if this is a poem or what I’ll be honest my mental health has been poo beans but I’m trying to figure it out. I’m sorry I don’t post I honestly just haven’t felt right the past few weeks.