I hate this place
I hate this life
their constant nagging
is a knife
Don't do this
Don't do that
you're always doing something wrong
You stupid little brat
I never meant to do those things
but you seem to care
you're always hovering over me
like a big and hungry bear
You yell at me for little things
the things that shouldn't matter
I tell you I'm not the only one
but I feel I'm serving my head on a platter
Nobody seems to notice
the pain that's eating me up inside
the guilt and sorrow darting through me
begging to be let out, no longer to reside
