Please...

My mother says she doesn't
Trust me anymore,
Because I was hiding
Quizilla from her.
She didn't catch me but
My mom over reacts.
She tells me I have no rights
Except what she gives to me.
Well, damn, I have rights that are
Here and I'm still a human being.
So please,
Please tell me,
Why I am hidden away in the dark
By stupid little things such as my age.
Some adults
Like my mother
Think they can control the world
Just because they're older than me.
Well, damn it, I've got just as many feelings
And just as many thoughts
And just as much knowledge as them!
Well, damn, I've got more challenges,
More woe and more struggles
Than my parents will ever know!
And, damn, I've got the talent
I've got the strength that
I need.
I don't give a damn,
No I don't give a damn,
What that woman thinks of me!
My mother has always expected something from me
That I'll
No I'll never
Be able to give to her.
And thats being obedient and happy and sweet.
She thinks I'm a happy,
But no, I'm not happy,
In fact I'm just the opposite.
I'm pissed off and sad,
I'm crying and mad.
She wants me to be perfect it seems, but
I just cant give that to her, damn it!
I wanna scream!
I wanna cry!
I can't wait to escape this life...

No, I'm not happy,
I'm pissed and I'm sad.
I'm falling apart!
My soul is emptying,
Pouring into nothing.
My only comfort is the
Damned cat sinking its damn claws into my feet.
I wanna cry.
Mother your killing me
Mentally
And you dont even mean to.
Just...
Please...
Listen to me...
For once rather than telling me what to do...