hartea

My room is a mess
Clean clothes are in a heap next to overflowing and empty drawers 
The binder that I will reluctantly open tomorrow morning is sprawled out on my bed 
My room’s a mess

Yes, you can go on a walk
cross the street whenever you seem someone
Yes, you can come to the store
under no circumstances can you take your gloves or mask off
Yes, you can go to the park

Why do you choose to act this way?

Why do you think it makes you cool to make me the subject of your jokes?

Why is it embarrassing for you when I beat you?

Why do you get to correct me?