
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
I pace back and forth outside in the cold.
Back and forth trying to calm myself.
I know I shouldn’t have shouted but nothing is working.
My throat hurts and I sit outside thinking of what I could have done better.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Wondering what I said wrong and why they aren’t listening.
Nothing is working, maybe it’s me.
Am I a bad mom?
Why don’t they care about each other, about their grades, about anything?
What is wrong with his generation?
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.
Nothing is working.
Nothing I say matters.