I am your daughter, right? So i can't hate you. Maybe i can just hate being around you..
I settle on that as my answer.
To no one in particular.
I wonder how many Alone People think these thoughts..

She yells at me for drinking coffee at 8:30 pm.
The sun's setting, i'm wishing it was easier to tip toe backwards and shuffle the day into a neat little box, plastic folds, a return address to somewhere far away.

Wishing thought after thought, like a paint-by-number with my life in tact..a confused question on my face fading into a dull clasp of hands to excuse myself from sanity..
Place my palm on your mouth and
-please,
quiety i would say,
-please shut up.