My anger is frustrating
me for I fear
I may no longer be able
to contain it for
everything they do affects me
in every way.
All their constant controlling
is pushing me away
and they wonder why I am always ticked.
The constant
rule modifications are
beginning
to drive me crazy.
Yet crazy
it a minor word
compared to how I feel at home.
So how the he** do I live
when living is what
I wish I didn't have to do,
Well with them
anyway?
So I hope that someday
I might live a little bit since I haven't
been able to live at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem