kid [[not a poem, its me ranting.]]

ok, he bought me an iPhone and that means he's nice?
that's all you know, you don't know the whole story.
you know nothing, you silly girl.
you don't KNOW me and i don't know you.
do you really want me to explain infront of them?
what do you want from me?
you didn't grow up how i did.
not being allowed to cry, getting hit if you did.
not allowed to smile, cause if you did; he'll bring you down somehow.
now who the fuck do you think you are?