STILL RUNNING

I HAVE YET TO DO MY BANKING.  THE WORLD HASN'T ENDED.  WHENEVER I TAKE MY TIME THE PRESSURE FROM THE PAST MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE.  I'M STILL ADAPTING TO THE NEW ME.

SO MUCH FEAR TO OVERCOME.  I HAVE TO KEEP LOVING MYSELF TO OVERCOME THEIR HATE.  I GET SO TIRED.  I STILL HAVE THEIR CRITICISMS.  IN MY HEAD, IN MY BODY THE BEATINGS LOCKED IN THE MUSCLES AND TISSUES, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO AVOID THEM.  HOW TO SURVIVE.  I'M STILL TRYING TO SURVIVE.  MY BODY TRYING TO SURVIVE, MY SPIRIT TIRED BRUISED.

I CONFRONTED DAD IN THE FORM OF SENIOR TOM.  THE PSYCH STUDENTS FROM S CLARA U WERE AFTERNOON.  I HAD THEM GET CHAIRS AND GO THROUGH THE SUPPLY CART.  TOM COMPLAINED I TALKED TO STUDENTS AND NOT HIM.  I TOLD HIM AGAIN HE DOESN'T CONVERSE.  HE DRONES, PLAYING TAPES OF LECTURES PRETENDING TO ATTEND.  I TOLD HIM THAT'S WHAT THE STUDENTS WERE THERE FOR, IT SAYS SO ON THE CARD.  HE PLAYED HIS TAPES FOR THEM.