parents getting on  their back all the time
rythming parenting  makes their life tired

puzzel'd mind can't soak up parents sermon
compelling teenager experiencing alone

routine screaming and querries at home
weired their mind with response            
unknown

parenting ought to give good ear
teenager solace with out fear

teenager thinks parents are bore
untill  realize parents are their back bone

I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.

Yes
No
Maybe, just don't say whatever?
We all have various opinions and can change them anytime.

It depends.
Just not sure.
I think so.
In the end, they still don't know.

So don't waste my time.

trauma is not
a beautiful thing
i'm not a bird
with broken wings
not a sick puppy
for you to save
not a white daisy
growing over a grave
i'm rotten inside
down to my core
grabbing handfuls
of guts and gore
pushing it back
under my skin
so you will not see
the condition i'm in