They say she can’t grow up

They don’t think she’s mature

They don’t know what she goes through

It’s all about them

She doesn’t have a shitty home life

Her parents don’t always listen though

All her mother seems to do

Is work, argue, eat, and sleep

She doesn’t listen

They say she is too goofy

but they don’t realize

She’s goofy to hide the sadness

They think she’s always joyous

They don’t realize it’s just an act

They don’t think she works hard

But they just haven’t looked up from

Their phones

And heated rooms enough to see

That she tries as hard as anyone else

If not harder sometimes

In 10 degrees or below

They think she is tired

Because she was

Up all night on her phone

They don’t see that she was up

All night working her ass off on

Her history project only

To hate it so much

She ripped it to shreds

They think she stayed up

Watching tv

When she stayed up crying herself

To sleep

Because of what they say

What they think