Pain Is the Problem

All we do is fuss and fight. It's like I just can't get it right. One minute you're pissed, the next you're fine. Why don't you try looking at yourself through my eyes. What do you expect me to think? Of course I think the problem is me! How could I not?! There are no other thoughts, Nothing left for me to hold onto for sanity. You've got me so upset I could start screaming profanity. Why?!?!?! What's the point in the fighting? Do you want me to just say you're right and, Well, I don't know what you want me to do. It's like I can't get it right with you. I know you're my mom, but you act like you hate me. Does arguing with me make you feel better lately? All we do is fuss and fight. It's like I just can't get it right. It wasn't always like this, you know? You're pushing me away and I'm about to go. The stress and the pain aren't worth the tears. I've never been so ready to face my fears, To leave this house and all of the pain, too. I'm packing my bags. Goodbye to you.