Teenager Again

Tuning out 

The voice of my mother, 

The face of ignorance placed in front of me, full lifetime's worth 

Of ignorance, 

I Begin to bob my head, 

Feeling the freedom 

That the smoke inhalation rests in me

As I breathe out, 

And listen beneath the headphones...

Her lips move. 

My head bobs, eyes observing the different silence; her silence..

Lips move. 

I move, 

Relaxing down 

To the chillax beat, 

Resting me; 

She stresses me

Illogical 

Illogical 

Fallacy 

I can not teach this one; 

I need a break- 

I'm learning I need a break. 

She doesn't stop talking, 

So I found my headphones. 

Doesn't stop antagonizing, 

So I found a miracle for getaway. 

A walk away. 

Can't stand her for too long. 

Something gone, and long gone. 

I suppose, reading this, could make it seem like I am the cold one. 

But it has been breathed into me, with her, 

Competitive aweful air, chasing me down in dreaming shadows forsaken.

My mother always had a way of taking without me quite being able to put words to it. I'd like to say She doesn't mean to; 

But sometimes, it's almost certain that she does. 

Like a child. 

I was wild. And free. 

And although she didn't mean to, 

I felt she's always sought to chain me. 

She doesn't mean to. 

But then I look around, 

At the sick state of affairs; 

The animals, 

The wretched plight of those tried to live in this house; 

We are enduring, 

But far from functional. 

I made it out. 

But it is sad what it is here. 

Not for her, but for us; them; 

Her kids- kitties- kittens. 

-the dogs. 

And me. 

Somehow I made it out alive...

Still somewhere in between though. 

I've got fight...

With many under treated blows.