She cares and I know. I know, but I refuse to believe. I must admit, It's a bit hard to tell. Her continuous shouting, and the routine counseling. I guess if I listened, I would probably learn something. But instead, I allow her to drive me crazy. I often times think to my self, I should run! But what will that solve? How will I survive? Is she really vital to my existence? The answer hits me like a bullet! And so, I just continue to do what I have been doing. I have survived the past seventeen years. Just another one, and I'm home-free. .. College life, here I come!. Some people say I'm lucky! But I don't seem to see it. They say I should be thankful! But in return I ask: for what? Food? Shelter? Birth? But is that enough for the pain she puts me through? And again, the answer hits me! But this time like a cannon! And so I just.....