She Had No Right Poem by Elphaba Thropp

She had no right to do what she did.
Opening my mail.
Reading my poem.

I entered 'Love' in a contest,
Thinking I wouldn't be a finalist.
But guess what?
I am.
My mum opened my letter, and read my personal poem.
She had no right to do that!
No right I tell you!
She knows now.
It's not a good thing.
I'm shaking in anger,
I want to SCREAM! !
I want to yell at her,
Tell her how mad I am at her.
But I can't.
I would get in trouble.
Possibly grounded for my outburst of anger.

I have no clue what to do.
Do I enter it?
Have it published?
I truly want to enter,
But what will my mum think?
I'm positive she will want to laugh at me for my fellings for the boy.
My mum and his are good friends.
I'm so confused on what to do...

AAAARRRRRGGGGG! ! !