Lost in a world of piercing screams

I'm sick of always being controlled
I'm sick of always being told
'go to your room, do what i say'
i have no choice but to live this way

i am stuck in here, i can't get free
I'm sick of them controlling me
f*u*c*k you mum and f*u*c*k u dad
why do you want to make me sad

"you can't do this, cause i said so"
you let me before so i say GO
what the f u c k is wrong with you
I'm sick of this life, it can't be true

what is this, am i living in a dream?
or is it really my own scared scream
i hate this life and i hate how i cry
i hate that every night i want to f u k i n die

i hate how its like this, i don't have a choice
no one listens, i don't have a voice
i look in the mirror and see my crisom tears
and piercing sadness and all my fears

so will lies lock you up, and the truth set you free
or should i go and sneak around since i just can't be me!
should i go somewhere else and just runaway?
or should i do the things i want and say what i want to say?

i feel so trapped inside this cage
i feel so trapped inside my rage
i look at me, I'm nothing like before
no sweet girl who wasn't shattered and sore

lost in a world of piercing screams
wondering if this is all in my dreams
should i stay or is this my fate
I'm going to die its just too late!

hey people this poem is about my mum and dad, i feel controlled....i feel unhappy, they let me do some things but only when it suits them, by the sound of them they don't want me to be happy, I'm sick of being ignored by everyone, i want to die.....