I want to run,
To flee from this place.
But at only 16,
What can I do?
I have to suffer through the present
While aching for the future.
I don't know how I can hold so much in,
And they still think I let too much out.
How the hell am I supposed to ever please them?
Their stupid freaking rules!
Nothing is ever right.
Not matter how many times I start over.
Don't they know that eventually I'll stop trying?
That day will be one to forget.
They'll freakin' blow their tops.
That might actually be funny if it wouldn't kill me.
I hate when they're not pleased by my actions,
And yet at the same time I am so freaking sick of trying to please them.
I love them, but can't stand them.
I wish they would send me away and just call.
I think I could really love them then.
Currently it gets kinda rough.
They never let me talk-not when I want to,
And then when I'm forced into talking,
I'm either 'lying' or just not saying what they want.
I know they love me.
I didn't used to think they did,
But after more analyzing, I'm sure they do.
They just sucks as parents.
I'm tired.
I have a headache.
Life sucks.
I'm going to bed.
©Britt Hyde, 2001
