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When did you get the right to treat me like this?

You’re the scum of the earth, don’t you know?

"It’s not your fault," what’s this shit you throw at me?

Oh shut UP.

I can’t stand you, the way you talk down to me, like I’m your dog.

I’m 17, for Christ’s sake!

Oh, sorry God, didn’t mean that, or maybe I did.

When you think hatred, what do you think?

"You think we don’t love you?!"

Wanna know what I think?

Of course you don’t,

You could give a rat’s ass about what I think.

But I’ll tell you anyway.

I think of you.

Regarding me with such contempt and vile betrayal,

You’d think I killed your only child or something.

All I did was SCREAM!

Ok, so maybe I wreaked a little havoc on your perfect little world, but so what?

It needed a little shaking up, if you ask me.

Perfectly pleasing to the casual passerby,

Inside is a war zone.

But that’s another story for another time, now isn’t it?

"You think our life is perfect?!"

All I want to do is scream at you,

Maybe then you’ll see the pain I feel inside,

Rip a hole right through your heart,

Or maybe just the wall of my room,

But look at me not with hatred in your eyes,

Maybe I’ll believe you then,

But if I share with you,

What I really feel,

You still wouldn’t ever understand.