Is reading, watching tv, putting my headphones on and blocking out the real world. Pushing away the hate, my discontent, and numbing what makes me upset.
But you don't like it. In fact, you hate it.
Even though you're the ones who caused it. You made me this way, yet I'm being blamed?!
Things around me see falling apart, and you want to take away my anchor. My safety net. The things that help me control my tongue, and keep you blissfully unaware of my disappointment.
I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I understand more than you think, and I've listened and learned too. It might surprise you, but it's true.
If you don't want me to run and hide away, why don't you start fixing the problems that I can't?! Perhaps I should say the problems you don't believe I could fix; or maybe you just don't want me to fix them...
Please just give me a break.