hello, anger.

you could melt a face off with the talk you speak behind my back
yet, you remain silent when we pass
'remember all he's done for us' she says,
that doesn't matter anymore, it's cancelled out.
what made you change?
i dont care anymore.

mother says i must stay where i am:
you're not ready
you can't make decisions for yourself
you're not old enough

now i know the numbers on a piece of paper you own doesn't tell how old you are
but the things that have tattooed themselves onto to your mind
and what seems like the brushes with death itself
is what estimates your maturity.

cut the strings that bind me from this disease.
i want to be free.