When it's time.

I try to be the best I can.
I never argue back,
and I take the emotional blows.
Your rage never ceases
and once again I cry.
Not aloud, no, that's too much.
I hang my head as the tears run dry.

My eyes are red
and I feel so alone.
Forced to mcuh oldeer
than I actually am,
is where I stand.
Watching kids, cooking, and cleaning.
A biological slave.

When my clock hits twelve
I will say goodbye.
Goodbye to gell, and into life.
Away from rage,
and away from painful memories.

How I wish the clock would chime.
So I can forveer break free
of your Parental chains.