Control

You walk through the door

and your coming home late.

Your head kinda hurts,

been a really long day.

Moms at the table

she looks pretty mad.

Starts interrogating

its turning out bad.

There's yelling and screaming

your fears begin to set.

She's angry, she's livid.

The circumstances met.

You lie in bed crying

trying to soak it all in.

Saying "God I'm trying,

but I just need a friend."

The buzz of the phone

rings through your ears.

"Hey, how you doing?

Seems like its been years.

Well I'm just calling

to let you know,

we're all here for you

we love you, gotta go."

Slowly surrounding

is a pool of your tears,

your heart stops its pounding,

your face slowly clears.

One day, it will be better,

the worries disappear.

You start to get control

of yourself and your fears.