it's hard...
It's hard enough to be sick.
And to know I belong in school.
And have a job.
And know that until I do those things I'm not good enough to some people.
I sit next to my friends, and in comparison,
feel like I'm nothing.
You guys all know I wanted to be in school,
and you all know that opportunity was pretty much so taken away this year.
You guys aren't even my flesh and blood, and you know that time off from school.. is overall helpful to me. That had I gone, I'd probably feel a million times more horrible.
Why, then, can't someone in my own family see that?
Instead they'll send me a cold, harsh e-mail, and make me feel worse than I already do.
It's been a hard night and morning for me.
And to know I belong in school.
And have a job.
And know that until I do those things I'm not good enough to some people.
I sit next to my friends, and in comparison,
feel like I'm nothing.
You guys all know I wanted to be in school,
and you all know that opportunity was pretty much so taken away this year.
You guys aren't even my flesh and blood, and you know that time off from school.. is overall helpful to me. That had I gone, I'd probably feel a million times more horrible.
Why, then, can't someone in my own family see that?
Instead they'll send me a cold, harsh e-mail, and make me feel worse than I already do.
It's been a hard night and morning for me.