"I need to go to the bathroom."
Well, no, not really.
I just need to be alone.
I didn't miss this.
Spent two months without it.
First day back, and it's begun again.

Going to the bathroom.
So I can be alone.
So no one will see.

Their solution doesn't work.
You can't ignore it forever.
Eventually it will explode.
And right now, it's boiling.

You can't defuse a bomb with an explosion.
Time will still tick down.
And it's about to reach zero.

So why am I sitting here alone?
Because if I speak up, the fire goes to me.
If I say something, I get burned.
But being silent gets her instead.

Her again.

This poem is about: 
My family


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