“See through the hidden crevices”

A phrase my mother verbalized whenever I had the frustration clouded in me like a thick mist, for not knowing how to work something out.
The irritation I felt from hearing those vague words had my mind burning in anger and I would always direct it towards my mother.

“You don’t know anything!” I would shout at her so that she goes away and leaves me be.
She always had the way of getting through my skin like slithering serpent that got on my nerves.

Well, how do those trivial words with no sense at all help anyway instead of fueling my annoyance? That’s what I thought since...