My Vent

I wish a life where I could do anything
And not get chewed up in the end would be nice.
I hate the fact that my mother stresses over things
That arn't really important.
Then there's the school
Really, its like they don't care what you do
As long as they don't see it.
I know I met some nice people here that are themselves
But others are wanna bees.
I can see that they are trying to fit in
Thats what makes them stick out.
Some times I wish that I could get out of this place
And go as far away as I can from everyone and everything
That I know, love, and care.
Some times I would like to have a reminder
To know if the people that I left
Truly care about me or the fact that I left
And will never come back.
Other times I just wish that I could take this life
And give it to some one else who needs it
More than I do.
I don't care who reads this
Nor do I care what anyone will say about what I write.
I also really don't care about anything right now.
I just don't care any more.
And I don't think I can care again.