Against all odds, and against all hope,
I'm starting to begin to cope.
No longer jumping when she raises her hand,
finally starting to take a stand.
Not standing there letting her make me ill,
bringing this Hell to a stand still.
Accepting this Hell as my own,
has never softend her tone.
Fighting openly, only caused me more pain,
succeeded only in driving her insane.
Crying inside, made my pain last longer,
but did nothing to upset my wronger.
My silent rebellion pissed her off, and got me hurt,
but at least she kept her comments curt.
Learning from past mistakes, not making them anymore,
earned me the new name of "Stupid Bore."
Not caring and biting my lip,
made something insider of her, finally rip.
Welcome to this Hell of mine,
if you ask, I'll tell you "I'm just fine."
But just so you know, I'm probably lying,
inside, more likely than not, I'll feel like dying.
In years, I'm sixteen,
in reality I was older than that before puberty hit the sceen.