What do you think of my poem?

Question

You say i am miserable to be around,
that i act like a total clown.
you always end up putting me down.
But maybe i just want to be found.

I want to pursue my dream...
for when i get to be fourty-three,
I won't be like you, way extreme,
I will just be...well just Me.

You tell me I am a bad kid.
And everything i do, you forbid,
For all of the times i hid,
and all of the things you did

Everything you say ends up in a scream.
You say, "it's a done deal, a guarantee",
Then it comes back to haunt me in my dream.
You are interfearing with who i want to be, just me.

Answer 1

Sounds like a typical teenage angst poem and you are mad at your mom. I have a box full of them, that's what happens when you grow up, it all goes away.

Answer 2

your poem gets to the center of what you are feeling. show it to mom and see what she says.