Hate…Anger…Pain

Hate, anger, pain,
My life is full of these.

Created by those,

Who think they can rule my life.

People like my Stepmom,

Sometimes even my dad.

They think they’re in control,

That I depend on them,

I’m sixteen now.

I don’t need them,

I can live on my own,

I can support myself.

They’re all control freaks,

Trying to dictate my life.

I thought this was a free country?

Yet to me,

It seems to be,

A Dictatorship,

Where my life is decided,

By everyone but me.

I hate this life,

I have no control,

And am subject to the laws,

Of a tyrannic bitch.

There is nothing that helps,

Just my friends,

But even then,

It doesn’t last.

They help a little,

But after a while,

Everything’s back,

And their help never happened.

So I write my poems,

And they help a little,

The get the feelings out of my head,

So I can read them wit clarity.

And as I read back,

Review what I write,

And I can’t help but think,

That if this is how I live,

Then why bother living,

And hoping for change…

By Alex.S.