Fighting with my mom,
Always makes her upset.
And all of my words,
Are insults and threats.
Saying I'll leave,
and run from her care.
I tell her I will,
Yet I don't dare.
I really hate,
When we fight, when we cuss.
I wish I was a good person,
One who didn't really fuss.
My mom doesn't know,
That I really am kind.
She doesn't know really know,
I can't leave my fright behind.
I'm scared to open up,
and show who I am.
Because last time I did,
My heart felt the scam.
