Collection of the dark days

What I wish I'd said

There are a great many thing
I wish I'd said
I wish I'd told people I loved them sooner
I wish I'd said
I wish I could be honest
I wish I could talk to my mother
Like I'm human
Like I can deal with everything
I've already been through
I wish she'd stop acting so childish
I wish she'd let go
Stop wrapping me in bubble wrap
Trying to get back the little girl she's already lost
I'm sixteen now
But she wants a six year old
To raise another child
When I've already raised myself
I wish I could tell her all of this
But she'd never understand

So I continue to sit
Through her hugs that I don't want
They make me uncomfortable
I wish I could tell her that, just that
But I can't
Because it would upset her
Then I'm the bad guy
Because I don't want to hug her
I just want to be free
To leave the house with messy hair
And eat salad however I want
But I can't
Because I've gone from one prison
To another

Tell me something
Which is worse
An angry father who constantly puts you down
Or a clingy mother who won't let you do anything
Because to me all I've done
Is change prisons