Conditioned

They tell me how to dress
They tell me who to be
All they do is stress me out
It eats at my sanity

I feel it in the air
I can call the painic state
I know its comming
So I start running
I know its too late

My parents
Beat the hell out of me
My teachers
I wish that you could see
I don't know
What I did to ask for this
I wish that I could know

Its hurts
They have to know
When I'm older
I have to go

They tell me
I'm bad
It makes me
So sad
What'did I do to deserve this????