Your Samll Talk Makes Me Shine

Oh, Lord, deary bee,
I know you try to please everyone,
But look at the mess
You've created now;
It's hard to be around you sometimes:
I'm swimming' up,
Just to prove you wrong,
But you're pushin' down
Just to put me in my place;
Oh, you've got me lookin'
Like a fool now,
I stand there and smile while
You've the crowd in rush,
Well, isn't this just adorable?
My father's cheating on my mother,
And you better pray
That I forgive you
For all of this shit you put me through;
Some days I'm terrible
And some days I'm worse,
Ever since you've done this
I haven't done any better;
You scream at me
And slap me in my face,
But what use am I
If I'm crying on the floor?
Do you honestly believe
This how I wanted it to be?
I'm about to burst
From the small talk you're
Providing me,
Stay clam and stay pretty, dear:
I'm just full of clever things to say,
And I have so many expectations,
But you don't plan on saying sorry,
And I have every intention of
Staying young and glowing in the dark,
And I'm just a shelf of
Un-read and un-finished books,
But my daddy will never know