Cold Medicine Before Bed

While sleeping my Mother is petty
The bread baking in the oven will burn
Adjusting the temperature down should be simple
and only take a moment
however there are many unnecessary things cluttering the way
My Mother tells me to wait
I'll upset her belongings
It is frustrating to think of the bread burning because of nick-knacks and dollies
False idols of security
She smiles and again says to wait. I might break one of her important things.
I disregard her and she is furious

I’m told I must leave immediately

I’m more trouble than with which she is willing to deal

I am thirty-six years old and I have no idea how I will make it alone