You don't know where you're going.
Just somewhere, to clear your mind
of the unbearable stress.
You're not out of control, only brushing
the wrong path.
Driving away from problems is how you escape,
until you arrive at home to misunderstanding parents:

"It must be your hormones,"
"Act like an adult,"
"You're just being dramatic again,"
“What’s your problem this time?”
“You’re disappointing.”

Your one-day high school boyfriend must have broken up with you
your mom sarcastically snickers
under her breath.
They don't get you.

They won't,
until it's too late.