Living For Today, Will I Have A Tomorrow?

I am ready for bed
And all I want to do is crawl in my bed
And sleep

Instead
I have to let my mom know
So she can keep my air a flow

I argue for an hour
It makes my mom go sour
So I cry to let it out
But my mom knows I've installed into my eyes
a water spout

I put on the mask
And the air pressure is set
I can't talk so there is nothing to let
My anger out

I hit the wall

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poem by Richelle Stutz
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