Angry+Confused=Not a happy poem

I'm part of the problem
I'm screwing things up
I'm making things difficult, and then some
I can't decide
Can't make up my mind
I guess I'm just
Your typical blonde
How am I supposed to be me
If I'm bending to his needs?
It's hard to explain
But will be easier one day
I need to get out of the way
Maybe I should run away
Leaving everything behind
And then when things unwind
I'll come back
But I'll be older
And you won't know it's me
Not only that
But I'll be braver
It would be better
If I could deal with things calmly
But right now I am angry
And it's hard to know why
I'm confused and I think
It would be better if I just die