Mother Dearest

I can no longer stand your presence.
It is either I do something or do nothing.
Both are determined by you.
Never is it commanded by myself.

I am a selfish brat who acts oh so high and mighty.
I take the role of the scapegoat.
I am the child who can do no right.
At least not by you.

I simply stand in your way of becoming a better parent.
I don’t appreciate everything you do for me.
I am the biggest burden living within these brick walls,
And you are one of the many who see it.

You see everything.
Every single miniscule thing I do.
Whether it is a subtle wave of dismissal,
Or a fist balling up by my sides.

You hear everything too.
A simple, muttered, frustrated curse.
More often than not though,
It is a scream for help that can not be given a response.

You adhere to the rules and refuse a response.
I simply allow myself to crumble and do whatever it takes to give that begged for response