I'm tired
Of all the things I have to do to keep you happy
I'm tired
Of feeling like shit for being me
For trying to grow up
I'm tired
Of all the yelling
Screaming
Fighting
I'm tired
Of the consistent
W H I P L A S H
Happy to sad
Happy to angry
Angry to calm
On repeat.
I'm tired
Of the not speaking
For not yelling ,
Screaming,
And crying.
But why don't I?
Why am I your punching bag?
Why
Would I rather be hit a thousand times
Than have a thousand and one words yelled at me?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Am I not the daughter you wanted?
I'm sorry
For not being damn good enough
For not being at your beck and call
As a young woman should
For being docile.
I've become a robot
I don't know what's wrong or right in your eyes
I want to Scream my frustrations at you
To just smoke your fucking weed.
And leave me alone.
Because
When I leave move out
I'm not EVER coming back home.
