How I wish I could lead a simple life.
One with no dramas or spite.
One without non-constructive critisism,
With no mental spasms.
It sounds like a teen cliche, but I truly can't rely on my parents.
They have nothing but judgmental comments to offer.
Saying I don't live by the commandments,
Hypocites.
Would a real mother try to hurt you to the point of tears?
Would a real father let her?
Would a real mother fill you constantly with irrational fears?
Would a real father let you suffer?
Sometimes I think if I just play along it will be over soon,
But nothing is ever that simple.
There has always got to be a catch.
People get suspicious when you start singing a different tune.
I can't help but feel this way.
Could child services help?
Or am I too old to even try?
Without the help I need will I die?
This nation is seriously fucked up when a kid can't get the help they need.
When policemen say you're psychotic.
When your mother tells everyone you're a depressed child...
Is there anyway out of this hell?
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