Tell Me

I hate the way you always think
You know just how I feel
I hate the way you just assume
That what I think isn't real

I hate the way you always say
That you've been this way before
I hate the way you just lie
When you say I'm not ignored

I hate it when you tell me things
That I don't want to know
I hate it when you think of me
As the attention-seeking show

Tell me that it's all too far out
Make me scream and make me shout

I wish that I could tell you now
Who I really am inside
I wish that I could tell you that
I won't just run and hide

I hate that you think I'm fake
Not a true word to my name
I hat that you think I'm so vain
And all I want is fame

Tell me that I can't be what I want to be
Tell me that and crush my dreams

I just want to be normal
With a boyfriend and a life
I hate being stuck alone here
With me, myself, and I

I wish you would notice
I need more space to be
Who I am and want to stay:
The individual me.

So tell me now you don't think that
I'm an attention-seeking brat

Tell me now you don't think I
Have ever cried for a reason

I've cried for different reasons
Each meaningless to you
You call yourself a caring person
But my pleas don't leak through.

Tell me now that I'm just me
And all that I can be

But don't tell me that it's all a show
That love is more than I can know

I'm at the age where love is a game
And you're scared to let me play
So I play anyway and I take the blame
But the pain won't go away

Tell me you'll support me in what I choose to do
The job I pick, or the college I go to

Please tell me it's important
To be myself and only me