This

                           Is a poem of my struggles 

               Of being a teen. This day on a very event

  Full, night as I finally get home from all of the activities I

Have done these past few days. As I get home to what I feel

Like is gunna finally relax kick back and watch me some tv

Boy was I very wrong. “From the time I walked in the door

Till the time I went to bed every night from then the scream-

Ing doesn’t seem to stop” I try to block it out but I just could-

Nt handle all the pressure anymore as the years went on I got

Older and more intelligent and more smarter, to realize I could

Finally make my own decisions on what to do or how to deal

With this situation. On my own as I come to realize all this yell-

Ing wasn’t meant to hurt or make me feel bad about myself but

It was meant to help me.that is the poem of the struggles of me