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Im expected to be perfect and superior.

Im expected to be okay.

Im always expected to follow her...

for she knows "the right way."



Im always supposed to smile.

I cant let my feelings go.

I must be treated like a child.

My true self cannot be shown.



I have to put away my black clothes.

The scars on my arms must heal.

My shoes are ugly and she cant stand those...

songs that I scream to feel.



I mustn't miss my father.

I cant go too fast.

If im changing, why do you even bother?

You're breaking my heart of glass.



Im expected to be strong, and God..I am.

So, Im gonna tell you how it is.

NO one can tell me what to be...not even him.

Im so tired of this.



Im not perfect; I tend to lie..

and when im mad i tend to cry.

Im not superior; im the same...

Im so fucking tired of all of your games.

Im not okay..Im dead.

I want to paint my wrists red.

Im not following your ways.

That was back in my stupid days.

Im not smiling; Im screaming inside.

Why be happy when i want everything to die?

My heart is as black as my eyes and clothes.

You dont fucking know me..cuz i dont even know...

myself and I miss my dad.

My parents are fucked up; always makin me mad.

If im like her, then let me go..

If you dont wanna hurt me, you should know...

That i'd rather see you with her..

than have you own my heart while shes owning yours.



I am strong but im through.

Cut my veins and leave me be.

Im gonna hurt you..

just like you're hurting me.