Boiling Deep inside me, 
My rage turning and twisting me at its will, 
Her words sting me, 
She scolds me for who I am, 
She can't accept me, 
My rage slows down,
The burn simmers and I realize I'm hurt, my eyes fill with betraying tears, 
Why am I never good enough? 
Why must I work so hard everyday to impress her? 
Doesn't she understand I feel pain just like her? 
Does she not understand that a piece of me breaks away from myself everytime she criticizes me? 
But I won't ever tell her this, I keep my thoughts to myself shes all that I  have left, 
So I lift my sweatshirt hood and hide the dying girl, 
I put my headphones in and drowned out her jabs, 
Swallow away the lump in my throat and remind myself four more years and I can be free of this suffocating  net, 
But I still love her, and she tries to love me,