Just a kid
Sinking farther in my seat, hiding from the crowd, couldn't make my momma proud. Failed once again, it happened again, always again and again and again.
Always the troubled one, always the problem starter, can't they see I'm trying.
Trying to be better, trying to be what they want.
But you don't understand mother, father, teacher. I can't keep hiding under the bleachers.
I want to be better, I really do, but it's so hard with no one to turn to. I keep thinking I'm just a bad kid, a kid with problems, a kid who doesn't listen, an unwanted child.
But I'm just a kid right? I don't know what I'm talking about, I won't know until I'm older. I can't speak my mind, I can't talk about my feelings without being judge or without being told the same thing over and over again.
Like I said, I don't mean to act up mother father and teacher, I just want to feel...
But I'm just a kid.
