Jus' Bein' Understood by Nique #22

Everyday I have to face the facts that my mom doesn't trust me,
Being accused over and over by her of being a bad person that only she can see..
It's almost like not matter what I do she isn't happy for me,
IF I made all B's she'd think of a way to say I should have made a "A"..
IF I found a job and worked for my own money, she'd find a way to say "school is more important honey.."
For me it's just the facts that I would love for her to take the time & notice,
That sometimes it's possible that I do make the right choices,
Little does she know I put so much pressure on myself only to be the better person,
Wishing for once she'd just understand,
Therefore, there's plenty of times that I needed to talk,
Talk to the one main person that helps to get me through,
Some one that allows me to see the truth, and conquer the pain! My buddy "Ku,"
Although, there's more times than one I feel as IF I will cave in..
Unlike the red light that says STOP, I speed with evil force a lot..
I love my mom with all my heart, and only try to do all the right things,
But, sometimes it's almost as IF my right turns left and she's always upset..
But, paper to me is the key when it comes down to explanation,
My poetry partna and I are the poetic generation,
Who only in the end wants to be understood, whether the news is bad or good..