FmyParents.

I'm so sick of them breathing down my neck.
I'm sick of them making me a little bitch.
I'm sick of them telling me to come home so early.
I'm sick of them bitchin' at me right when I walk in the door.

Make them stop.
Make them leave me alone.
Make them realise I'm a good kid, and don't need them watchin' every move I make.
Make them remember when they were kids.

They're so annoying.
They're so frustrating.
They're so protective.
They're so un-cool.


I used to have freedom.
I used to understand where they were coming from.
I used to be okay with my curfew.
I used to like being home.


I hate these new rules they give me.
I hate how uneasy they make me feel.
I hate that all I wanna do is run away from here.
I hate that they say they trust me, but never show it.


I wish I had laid-back parents.
I wish they weren't so protective.
I wish they'd leave me alone.
I wish they could trust me enough to let me come home later.



Damn, It sucks.

What the fuck.

I have this urge, this feeling I can't explain.
That's bottled up in me and wants out but I have no idea how to release it.
Like a volcano that isn't quite ready to erupt.

I feel like I'm in a prison cell, with the walls closing in on me, while I sit there
trying to catch my breath waiting for my whole body to feel pain. Then to not be able to feel anything, after.

I'm filled with so many different emotions.
I want to scream, yell, cry, even punch something.
Above all, I want to run away, leave everything behind and just run.

I feel helpless, and that nothing will be able to help me.
I'm stuck in quicksand, and alone with no one there to pull me out.

Weird thing is, I don't really have a reason to feel like this.
Not a major one at least.


Although I hate being treated unfairly.
I hate not seeing him.
I hate losing friends.
I hate being alone feeling like this.
Ugh.

Mm Mm Mm.