Let Me Be -------------------------------------------
Oh the things i have to do
To get the hell away from you
Do you ever wonder why i fucking hate you.
I get stuck at home 18 years old.
Let me make my own fucking mistakes.
If i have a good head on my shoulders then why contain me.
I hate this its bullshit.
I hate not being a teen.
I cant make the same mistakes or even learn form them if you wont let me.
And you wonder why i am antisocial.
Fuck you!!!
You were married with a family at 17 so what thats your fucking problem not mine.
Just let me be like everyone els.
I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!
If only I had the balls to say what you just did... This is a very strong piece that does not require much to write. It always seems that anger, intense sorry, or some other extreme feeling always makes the best poetry.
I'm not going to complain about the usual, but don't forget to edit . I'm also not going to complain about the cursing. This is the "extreme poetry" that I spoke of way back on "Suicidal Tendencies," (wasn't that a ride?).
All I ask is please, please don't be violent in real life towards your mother. Don't forget what she has done for you.
Hmmm...now an actual critique. Maybe, rather than just venting, you could tell us what your mother did wrong that caused you to be angry. I think there's more to it than just making you stay home...
I do agree with the "mistakes" line though. George Elliot once said "a string of memoirs comes from a string of mistakes."