Letting it Out

I run into the bathroom,
hiding all my tears.
Anger blinding madness,
against my one worst fear,

Shaking more than ever,
the person I can't stand.
Making jokes and acting cool,
can't slap her with my hand...

She always gets what she wishes,
she always gets what she wants.
She called me her worst child,
and for that she will always taunt.

*I was really angry with my mom when I wrote this, and if you'd be kind enough to rate/comment I'd willingly return the favor, thank you.*