They think because they have taken away my electronics they have silenced me.
They have only made me yell louder.
They think by sending me up to my room they are punishing me.
They are giving me a gift.
They think I act the way I act to punish them,
When it’s really them that have punished me.
There the reason I’m insane,
Part of the reason that for the last two weeks I have woken up with tears streaming down my face.
Part of the reason I act so tough.
One of the reasons I don’t want to leave my room.
The other reason is I know as soon as I do
The real world will be out there waiting.
The reason I think crying is the equivalent to being weak.
The reason I never do cry in public.
And one of the biggest reasons I do every day in private.
The reason I’m in this world.
My parents.
Unfortunately.