Mom, You don't get it,

You're too old

I get it

You called your friends while

going to school

On your dinosaur

I’m calling my friends, now

Get out of my room

God, you're so needy

Is it stressful? Always knowing where everyone is?

When he says he can’t hang

out, but he

really doesn't have baseball practice,

I see your pain - hidden through fake smiles and looking your best in every Photo -

We aren't at Mardi gras

stop hiding - where'd my

Little boy go?

The only time I feel complete is

When I'm alone in my room

Anxiety runs laps through my blood

I like her, but can only text her

She wants to meet?!

Mom doesn't get it

I can't tell her I'm alone inside

Curdling like expired milk

I have to

Whatever, I'll just

Text her.