Is it wrong?
Is it wrong that I am happy almost anywhere but my own home?
Is it wrong that I think I'm falling for someone I shouldn't?
Is it wrong that sometimes I hate my best friend?
Is it wrong that I lie and tell my friends that I have plans just so I can be alone for yet another day?
Is it wrong that my own Mother disgusts me?
Is it wrong that my own Father disappoints me?
Is it wrong that I am never truly happy with myself?
Is my life wrong?