It's late And I'm sick of this
Sick of being told to grow up
Wen I am still treated like a child
Tired of being beaten down with words and body parts
Sick of being told horable thing I never thought I was
Ashmed of who I am and what I will never be
Sorry I can't be who you all want
Sorry it's not good enough I tried
I really did more then you'll ever know
I'm sick and tired and I'm done trying
I just wish I could have been what you wanted
Then maybe we'd all be happy
Then maybe you'll see once it's gone
That I was ok being who I was
And it was ok the mistakes I made
That it was ok I wasn't good enough
To bad you'll never know...
♥
Current Mood:
depressed