I haven't broken down

In a very long time,

But instead of screaming

I started to rhyme.

 

Life's a mess,

So full of frustration and pointless stress

I just want to scream,

I'm tired of all this pain.

 

You want me to be independent?

Let me make some choices.

Want me to be less angry?

Let me get away from all these voices!

 

This is hurting me!

I feel so strangled,

I can hardly breath.

 

You keep inflicting pain.

You act like it's a game.

I'm seventeen years old

And this game is getting old.

 

Your words keep cutting like knives

And your actions I do despise.

I just need to be free

From all this anger and misery.

 

My final thought:

All I want is to be able to be me.