I cry myself to sleep.
Im sick of the fights, I feel like a sheep.
Bits of me cut away with each fight.
Is my life meant to be in constant plight?
I wish it would all go away.
I would people to let me have a say.
But no, even though I am an adult, I am stilled called child.
They control me as if they think I will go wild.
But I will not, I just want some room.
What? Do they think they will get to pick my groom?
"Mom and Dad know what is right."
Then why do they live in a house that is too tight?
They should be rich and famous because they know all.
They should have a house for spring, summer, winter and fall.
But where has knowing all gotten them to?
To a daughter who doubts them through and through.
Why do they keep up this charade?
To me, it seems like a tirade.
I am just sick of this.
I want maybe just a little bit of bliss!
But no, when I am happy they say, " that mouth has to go!"
Most kids dont talk to their parents, but this they do not know.
I have always confided in them.
Now I am afraid that they might trade me in for a gem.
At least it will not talk.
It is only a rock.
But it is worth more than me.
After all i do not do anything, I am just lazy.
I am sick of crying everyday.
Maybe, just maybe, I should go away.
