I Want to Punch a Hole in the Wall.

I'm angry.
At mum, him,
Myself.

Checked his Facebook.
He's been talking
To her.

In the kind of way
I'd want him
To talk to me.

God, it hurts.
He SAYS he likes me.
I want it to be true.

He's done
With school.
Hardly see him.

Mum is a pain.
Can't make up her bloody mind
On small decisions.

I go to my room.
I cry.
I punch my door.

Mum comes up
Lets herself in
Despite my protests.

She talks to me.
I pretend
It's all about our argument.

Well, it's not like
I can tell her
What's really going on.

She wants me
To punch a pillow in future.
No point in that, is there?

Pillows don't hurt.
Pillows don't crash.
Pillows are soft. No good.

Hate this.
Hide my nail scissors
As mum walks in.

Stab my pasta.
Mum tries to joke,
"It's already dead."

Ha ha ha.
So funny, Mum.
I continue to stab my pasta.

Now
I have to talk to him
On Messenger.

Pretty up -
We might use webcams.
I hope.

I hope he comes
Online.
Have to talk to him.

Love from, Me.
xx