I'll Never Let You Win

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I don't care what people think. If someone has an issue with me, fine. That's their problem, not mine. But sometimes everything gets too much, the fact I have no friends, no shoulder to cry on, nobody to compliment me when I finally manage to get part of a song I've been working on for ages right. Nobody to tell me everything will be okay, nobody to give me that extra push when I'm feeling down. Nobody to comfort me, nobody to go to a concert with, nobody. I have no one. And that's what gets to me. I deal with stuff no 16 year old should. I get beaten up everyday with no defence, ridiculed by everyone I'm within eyesight of to then be laughed at during class when I get something wrong. I come back to a rundown shit hole the government have deemed okay to house kids in. The people who are meant to work here don't even turn up most of the time. We go hungry or cook something ourselves which, for the record, nobody can do. There's always someone having sex in nearly every room.

Life's not fair, right?

I drag myself up the stairs and lock myself in my room to stop the risk of two horny 13 year olds pouncing in. I lean back against the door and start to softly sing a song I once wrote. The only reason I'm sticking all this out is so the second I'm 17, I can leave high school and move to LA. Once I'm in LA, I'll find the perfect band mates and get somewhere in life. Prove everyone wrong. That's been my dream ever since I remember, ever since I've had to survive on my own. One day I want to travel the world, singing my lyrics to big crowds, hopefully helping them the way music helps me. I sigh, turn on my side and fall asleep. My brain hurts.