Sometimes my mother makes me so angry,
I just want to scream.
I wish she would shut up,
and just leave me be.

I wish she could understand,
that I am just me.
That I can't be who she wants,
and I never will be.

My mother is perfect,
in each and every way.
But I am not like her,
so I get yelled at every single day.

She is in good shape,
as she works out every day.
And I just sit at home,
on the couch is where I lay.

She loves fruits and veggies,
wheat bread and rice,
every night she cooks dinner,
it's not very nice.

Every weekend she cleans,
every weekend she yells,
I can't do a good job says she,
into my head she's pounding nails.

I'm ready to leave,
to get out of this house,
but I guess until then,
I will be as quiet as a mouse.