A little bit dead

Control

I thought

I

Had things

Under,

Control

My Emotions

In

Check,

My actions

In

Line.

But here you come

Again, telling me

Things that

Aren't

True,

Degrading me

Because you

Know I

Take

Things

To

Heart.

You put yourself In

A

Position

And expect everyone

To

See

You that way.

You

Believe

I

Am

Under you.

Dear Father,

I have lost all

Respect for you.

You

Will

Not

See

Me

Cry.