Its
funny how you notice every single mistake
I make
you refuse let them go
yet, you never consider that my numerous accounts of failure
might be your fault.
Maybe my mistakes are just a way of
me telling you that something is wrong
that I need help
But my cry of depression and helplessness
is nothing but me being a
"rebelious"
"ungrateful"
"typical"
teenager.
Apparently
I'm just a spoiled lazy brat
who God gave you...
the terrible misfortune of having me for a child
maybe you're right...
but remember this
you chose to bring me to this
world
But if I had a say,
I wouldn't stay in this world for a day
