Are You Anywhere?

Not just another airhead
with my head flying high,
always roasting, but leaving
when it gets too hot.

Don't want to give in to
another fucked up babysitter.
But this party's whack;
I always end up biting my lip
until it bleeds.

I'm tied up in that frayed
rope.
Twisting and turning I have no
hope. 
I'm alone with the seeds
of malice and disappointment.

I can't go home because
mother is always there
with another deadly poke.