Tired of the Confusion

I'm confused,
I wish my Mom would get help,
if I'm not being abused.
She's driving me to the ground,
I can't breath.

Even when I think I'm not being abused,
I still get confused.
I hope that she would get some help.
Until she does, I don't think I will be able
to go back home. It's not a healthy situation.

Things aren't right, either way, I don't like
being blamed for everything, somethings
I know I didn't do. Not to say that I'm not perfect.
Becuase I know I did somethings wrong and I am
sorry for what I did wrong.

I'm not sorry, for what I didn't do wrong.

When I started helping my Aunt, I had flash backs
of my Mom accusing me of being careless. She knows
I have problems, maybe that was why I screwed up.


Arguing does not solve the situation.
If she isn't abusing me, I hope she gets help.


I know she's got some problems and she's not
admitting it. It is driving me to the ground. I wish she
would get some help.

For now, I'm
not worrying about my life anymore.

I know God has got it under control.
He didn't put people here without
a reason. I remember his rainbow.