Confessions

Last night I didn't get any sleep.
Mother wants to spend time with me.
We don't talk much even though,
We live in the same house.
She's been begging me to spend time with her.
And do what?
I stay in my room all day.
Being anywhere else without purpose,
Just to do something,
Is boring to me.
Not that I like being trapped in my room,
But I feel like myself in there.

You are my Mother,
And I do love you,
But I'm trying to figure out what I am.
You see me as your son.
I don't see me as anything.
Nothing worth anyone's time.
So I stay in my room,
Until I know what to do
On the outside.

The only time I'll be leaving the house,
Is to go to school.
Hopefully, I learn something there.
Something about myself.
Something to occupy myself.
Anything that will interest me.
Until then, I'll lay on my bed
Writing on a website,
Only to go unnoticed.
They say its supposed to be therapeutic.