July 21, 2008
By Sara Salman, Oak Forest, IL

You keep on yelling,
And my heart goes cold.
You're the reason for my rebelling,
But all you do is scold.
Do you hear me explain,
Or am I mute to you?
You drive me insane,
Make my heart black and blue,
I'm only so young,
Yet, I've experienced so much.
But even with a slip of the tongue.
You make me numb to the touch.
I still have years ahead.
And though you may not see,
Because of you, I'm dead.

The author's comments:
I wrote this to vent my anger towards my parents. It is an emotional piece for me and quite true.

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