Teenage son

Anger, frustration, resentment and hate
I don’t want to listen; I just want to escape

From this prison of caring; I don’t understand
When I scream and I shout, you hold out your hand

I want you to hate me and cast me aside
From your endless patience, I just want to hide

I don’t want to and cannot explain how I feel
I keep licking my wounds in the hope they will heal

I hear you discuss me with neighbours and friends
How you hate my behaviour and pray that it ends

I’m an adult who can stand on my own two feet
I don’t need you to escort me round the streets

But confusion creeps in; I don’t know who I am
I really can’t remember  when it all began

I feel constantly angry but I don’t know why
Night time’s the worst and I sob and cry

Bury my head in the pillow and cry for my mum
But that is my secret because I’m the tough one