Sep 03, 2009 16:15
when i came to this place, all i wanted to do was make friends.
was it too much to ask?
i don't know why i have to watch my back everywhere i go, because i'm afraid someone's going to be mean to me.
i don't know why i care when they are.
i'm nobody special.
i don't know why i think i am.
and even my own parents think i'm terrible.
all i did was everything right.
and to the world, i'm in the wrong.
who the fuck do i have to prove anything to?
i bet if my mom walked in, she's ground me for having the word "fuck" even vaguely in my vocabulary.
when some girl wants to kill me for no reason, i live in a place with a bunch of gangs, everyone's rude here.
i bet the average girl my age is at their friend's house smoking weed.
i am not
nor have i ever.
so, why?
what did i do to deserve being emotionally abused.
why am i getting screamed at?
i could easily be one of the girls out getting high and getting in a fight.
why am i not that girl?
there's a reason why.
and i know i will prevail.
life,
my mom is a bitch,
fml