Status: It is what it is
Spinning Insanity
Nothings Alright
The yelling
The arguing
The disappointment
The expectations
I can't do it
Do they know that the things they threaten to take away are the things keeping me here
If they disappear so will I
iPod, music, horses, freedom, computer, friends, trips.
Is it sad that that's all I can think of?
They think that I'm trying to form to a clique or a stereotype
I'm not.
I'm being me
They just can't stand that it's the me they didn't have in mind
Do they think this is appearing suddenly
Did they even pay attention to what I was doing when I was little?
Did they not notice I wanted to be an artist since I was like 3?
Did they not notice I only liked my brother or my dads heavier music and not my moms peppy cheery music
How I had problems with friends
When I ran away when I was 5 and then a couple years later at 8 both times to my friends house across town.
How i was never hanging out with anyone
How I was always quiet
Did they notice yesterday
When mom told me about an internship at Disney for college students
When my dad said they only accept cheery people not gothic ones with black nails
How I went quiet and didn't laugh along with them...
I can't stop thinking about that comment and their laughing.
I still think about my moms comments when I buy jeans.
Are you sure your not a size 5 or 6?
No mom I'm a size 3. Way to go for telling me you think I'm fatter then I really am.
Her comments on my grades
Her comments on my friends
Her comments on my behavior
Or my music.
Or my facebook
So what if I swear and grandma can see it.
Unlike you I could care less if they know I swear
I just...
I can't take it.
I can't take that she says I should be myself
But she tells me what I should do
Who I should be
And she thinks shes being helpful....
If she wants to be helpful she should try letting me make my own decisions
She should try and help me not go psycho by letting go
The arguing
The disappointment
The expectations
I can't do it
Do they know that the things they threaten to take away are the things keeping me here
If they disappear so will I
iPod, music, horses, freedom, computer, friends, trips.
Is it sad that that's all I can think of?
They think that I'm trying to form to a clique or a stereotype
I'm not.
I'm being me
They just can't stand that it's the me they didn't have in mind
Do they think this is appearing suddenly
Did they even pay attention to what I was doing when I was little?
Did they not notice I wanted to be an artist since I was like 3?
Did they not notice I only liked my brother or my dads heavier music and not my moms peppy cheery music
How I had problems with friends
When I ran away when I was 5 and then a couple years later at 8 both times to my friends house across town.
How i was never hanging out with anyone
How I was always quiet
Did they notice yesterday
When mom told me about an internship at Disney for college students
When my dad said they only accept cheery people not gothic ones with black nails
How I went quiet and didn't laugh along with them...
I can't stop thinking about that comment and their laughing.
I still think about my moms comments when I buy jeans.
Are you sure your not a size 5 or 6?
No mom I'm a size 3. Way to go for telling me you think I'm fatter then I really am.
Her comments on my grades
Her comments on my friends
Her comments on my behavior
Or my music.
Or my facebook
So what if I swear and grandma can see it.
Unlike you I could care less if they know I swear
I just...
I can't take it.
I can't take that she says I should be myself
But she tells me what I should do
Who I should be
And she thinks shes being helpful....
If she wants to be helpful she should try letting me make my own decisions
She should try and help me not go psycho by letting go