Problem Child

Since I was born I was scorned,
For being different and insufficient,
Nobody appreciated my views and my opinions,
This means,
I spent all my childhood feeling useless.

I was robbed of childhood,
Yeah but so you would,
If you lived with a Schizophrenic.

Can't say it didn't dent me,
But offend me?
I learnt my best tricks you see,
what's a sister for?
Loving and caring,
knowing and sharing?
All the same thing right.

The guys I've been with,
don't get me going with,
the stories I hold from each one of them.
They taught me to be ruthless,
And the truth is,
it's the way I get around now only way how.

To break a heart is crucial,
the feelings neutral.
I break before they break me,
so don't mess with me.
I can tear a heart apart without a scratch on my skin,
Depends who judges to see if it's a sin,
for me it's an ultimate win.

I drink to get rid of pain,
but that's my own game.
If you don't agree,
then I'd leave suddenly.
I like a challenge but not one to risky,
I like a fight, but not one to frisky.

They say I'm a problem child because I go looking for a fight,
no I call it sticking up for my own rights.
You tell me if you had been pushed around nearly your whole existence,
you wouldn't want to put others through your experience?
Don't pretend to someone your not,
I forgot,
Hypocrite you are not.
But you'll never see what haunts me,
drives me wild.
You'll never hold pity to a problem child.