Someone help me with a title for this poem please

by sheri   Jan 7, 2006


I listen to how other teens talk to their moms.
And i sit and think
I can never talk to my mom we always end up fighting.
She starts yelling whenever I ask her things
Always gives me lectures bout every little thing
i cant handle this anymore
she expects me to do everything around the house
I'm only one person ill forget to do something and she yells at me
its stupid!
I know ill never have a mom that i can sit down with and talk to bout how i feel bout things how i feel when I'm in the house all the time.
i need some freedom!
i feel like I'm in prison never seen whats outside of the house
I feel as if I'm missing out on things
Don't go to church, don't go to the mall
i don't go anywhere as much as i want to

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