You don’t listen when I ask nicely
You don’t listen when I scream
You don’t listen when I cry
And then you tell me it’s my fault
My fault that we can’t go a full week
Without fighting.
My fault that you never listened
My fault that you do things
That you know will upset me
My fault
Because I’m spoiled
Even though we’re dirt poor
And everyday
I think about how I’m going
To afford college
How I’m going to build my future.
And I’m not blaming you
I understand this is my reality.
But while you throw my past in my face
And listen to others people’s opinions about me
Who don’t even know who I am?
No matter how much you tell them about me…
You don’t understand I’m already reliving it
Every day of my mistakes
Trying to be better
