How can I do this
I am here again
There three people who I hate the most
Country pop rap
That's all I listen to
I hate it all
Alternative rock metal
My kind of music
Who cares?
Not them
I never get enough sleep
You push me to exhaustion
I try to be strong
I try so much I break
I spoke my mind once
You almost slapped me across the face
Almost
I knew you wanted to
But you know my mom finds out everything
And you don't want to risk it
You scream and yell at me
What what about that devil you raised
You tell me how disappointed everyone is
They are all disappointed at me
I am just being myself
But apparently I'm not supposed to
I am supposed to fit in
I'm supposed to be normal
I'm not supposed to be the freak I am
I'm supposed to be like you
Why would I be like someone I hate
What's the point in that
I am myself
I don't hurt myself or anyone else
Not even you
I tell my mom everything
You hate that
You yell that I told her one thing
One little thing and you don't know why I told her
I told her because she is who I trust
How can I trust you
Or her
Or your devil child
Wait.......that's
what you call me
The devil child
Why am I the devil?
I don't kick people in the stomachs
I don't disobey
I don't cuss people out
She does
I am the devil
Because I wear black
I wear dark makeup
I listen to different music
I have good grades
so why?
Because I am not athletic
I do not like most people
I don't like popular stuff
