What am I?
Well apparently I'm worthless
I can't do anything right
It's a crime for me to think the way I do
My dad yells at me
He doesn't care if he makes me cry
He just wants me to do what he says
He wants me to think the way he does
But a worthless person like me
Doesn't think the way he does
He lies to my mom about me
He makes it seem like I can't just
Not think about something
If it's something he would think about
I must've thought about it too
Even though
A worthless brain thinks differently
