This negativity in my life has caused me to believe I'm alone and can trust no one.
It has lead me to think I am a selfish teenager who is never good enough.
I don't understand these double standards that make me afraid to make mistakes.
These insecurities that make me feel like my opinions don't matter.
The truth is I find it unfair that I get labeled as ungrateful in my own home,
when every night I thank God for the things he has blessed my family and I with.
The facts are I 'm confused and full of anger.
I need this negativity to stop blaming me for things I didn't ask for and couldn't help.
I need it to give me some freedom to find my own way, and make a difference.
If only she wouldn't judge me I would be open to telling her all the things I keep bottled up inside.
I look in the mirror and see an empty, foolish girl who contains as much joy as a punching bag.
But how much more can she take before her grades start slipping and failure creeps in,
and the voice ringing in her ears before she drops comes from the women she calls
mom.