Judge my original poems [a bit raw]?

They're a bit raw, but it is truly how I feel. I do write happier ones, but I'd like for you to read these. I feel that if I let go of what has been eating at me the past few years, I'll feel better:

“It Isn’t Quiet Here”

It isn’t quiet here,

although I wish it were

I can’t live with everything

That I’ve seen and heard

The insults and excuses,

the lying and the shouting,

the speeches and the hurting

the always ever doubting

You make me sick a lot

More than any other

but the sickest thing of all

Is that you’re my own mother

“Rather Been”

I wish I’d had the guts to tell you

everything that’s on my mind

That you make me wish to die,

to take my life from time to time

You tell me I’m not good enough,

my best isn’t enough to give

I feel like I was barely good enough

To see the white room, to live

You used to joke I was adopted

That my parents left with one motion

But adoption is better than the reality:

I was to be a victim of abortion.