i'm a hazard to myself

i'm tired and angry with my father. he never knows about anything that happens in the house but he never accepts that he can be wrong sometimes... sometimes i'd like to live somewhere far away from everyone. i guess that's why mother calls me misanthropic. it used to hurt but now i just shrug it off- it's become an habit.the thing about parents is that they are never satisfied. they say they hear you but in the end they never do. i don't want to be like that ever. probably one of the reasons i don't wanna get hitched!i just want a break sometimes... this poem speaks to me , maybe it'll do something for you too:i am by John Clarei am-yet what i am no one cares or knows;my friends forsake me like a memory lost:i am the self-consumer of my woes-they rise and vanish in oblivion's hostlike shadows in love-frnzied stifled throesand yet i am, and live- like vapours tostinto the nothingness of scorn and noiseinto the living sea of waking dreamswhere there is neither sense of life or joys,but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;even the dearest that i love the bestare strange- nay, rather, stranger than the resti long for scenes where man has never troda place where woman never smiled or weptthere to abide with my Creator, Godand sleep as i in childhood sweetly sleptuntroubling and untroubled where i liethe grass below- above, the vaulted sky