You say I'm immature, I say I"m 22.
I never was ready for any of this.
A child, taking care of the house.
But I didn't run.
I faced my responsibilities.
I don't party
or leave my child to go drink.
I'm here, taking care of her,
learning to keep house,
I'm not the best, I know.
I get frustrated, throw tantrums, I know.
You hurt my feelings
because you don't think.
When you do hurt, you say I'm acting
as a child does.
But how do I improve?
Better myself?
I do not know.
I try to be patient.
It wears thin though.
That's when I break, when I snap.
I cry, I rage when this happens.
I do not know how to release,
to let go of my problems,
try to find something to calm down by,
a good outlet to let go.
I keep searching for it.