Rant poem (Chest heavy weight)

I never really felt peace and ease. I just saw the young left and old right. But what am I? But who am I to speak of this? Never cried mom for comfort but of fear. Daddy was never here. Text and call and then he's gone. Waiting and waiting. How long do I have to be waiting cried the center. "Don't be so impatient you can't be a nurse with impatience." It's disrespect. I'm who I am. Not who you are... Switch and flip my expressions flip. One to another satisfied for them but one of them. No real childhood. I'm still a teen. But my mother will never seemingly support my dreams. I can't wear this. I can't wear that. I can't be the greatest that I am at that. No straight a's no straight relationships. Will my life end before my own birthday hits. Fourteen to fifth teen. I can't handle it anymore. Ruined life and home. I wasn't even born yet. I don't think I'll regret what will happen next. I feel empty. I feel sad. I don't know how to react. Is that bad?..

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