on the bathroom floor

My mom thinks she knows everything about life when she tells me to live at ease. She doesn't know that people are judging us all the time and showing us what we are which is sometimes really not pretty. She doesn't know that I can't study for art and it's stressing the shit out of me. She doesn't know that I'm only 14 and I don't have the maturity of a 30 year old which she expects me to have sometimes. She doesn't know why I always say I don't want to get married or have kids. She doesn't know why I suddenly feel like I can't talk to her about anything anymore. She doesn't know why I care so much about my music and choose to back it up first. She doesn't know why I say love at this age is crap. She doesn't know who I dreamt about. She doesn't know a lot. And I can't tell her.