Mother why do you do these things?

That make me want to throw a tantrum.

Why do you do these things,

That make me want to cry my eyes out?

Why?

Now, dying slowly on the inside out,

Against the brick wall I have between you and I.

My eyes pouring out water

All because of what you do and say,

Mother.

Mother you do these things to me,

And you know that I'm your little parakeet.

You do these things that make me upset

Things that make me want to retreat.

But, when I do it only makes things worse.

I try to please you,

I try to make you proud of me,

But all that you seem to see

Is a little girl

That's no less than a parakeet.

** Personal experience but I needed to make it a poem cause people can relate to it. **