they think i'm begging for attentions
but i'm really begging for help
there's misery painted all over my face
but it's like the paint's invisible
they want me to get off my phone
but my life is on the internet
they think i should have more drive
but i've already lost all inspiration
they tell me not to show them attitude
my attitude is my voice
they want me to do better
but i'm doing the best i can
they think i'm not trying hard enough
the pressure's building up
they want me to be a better child
but i won't change for them
they stand for all that i'm against
i want to live by my own standards
they say such things so carelessly
every word punctures my self-esteem
they judge me so much
so i judge them back
they do what they say i shouldn't
they are so hypocritical
they're arguments make no sense
because they are so unreasonable
civilized conversations with them
always turn into fights or scoldings
they don't trust me
well i don't trust them
they no longer believe in me
i've lost hope in myself too
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