...Idk What To Name It O.O... Poem by Sarah Nicole Giroux

my head is messed up,
like my brothers room,
life is so confusing,
I feel doomed,
my parents thinks its amusing,
to play with my mind,
always wanting to find,
someone I can talk to,
a person who will help,
me choose the right choices
but my parents try to speak to me,
I just sit there silently,
listening to voices turn to,
turn to drowned out noises,
and everytime someone asks,
if I'm ok I just look towards them,
and smile and an hold my feeling
deep inside some how