Fighting Like a Fag

[avenue]

If I stood up and faced it, you wouldn't've been so easy on me.

If I told the truth right away, you wouldn't've said what you said.

If I didn't cry and hide in my closet in the dark, you wouldn't've made it seem that I wasn't at fault.

Everyone makes mistakes, you say. Especially, if not only, me.
You won't admit it, but I'll admit it for you.

I do everything wrong. I say everything wrong.
I'm too arrogant, too selfish. I have no motivation.
I have to have my own way. I'm everything I say I'm not.
I regret alot, but never admit it. I give up too easily.
I don't like to slow down. I'm never sorry.
I love too little, and I hate too much.

You say that I need to learn to open up.
You claim that I can never be commited to something.
You stress that I am mad at the world.

Oh, on the con-fucking-trary.

The world is mad at me.