shattered dreams and my baby boy

no matter how hard i try, i cant seem to be good enough for them. my friends say that they love me, and that they enjoy my company, but i know better. my boyfriend says that im perfect, that im all he needs, and that i was sent to him from heaven, but i know better. my parents say they love me, and that they couldn't have asked for a better daughter, but i know better.
my "friends" talk trash about me behind my back... my "boyfriend" cheats on my everyday with the girl next door... my "parents" arent my real ones...
i get called a slut everyday for having a son, whos two, by the way, im a senior struggling to get through school. if you told me i wouldve gotten knocked up my freshman year of high school, i wouldve told you that you were crazy. i had never drank, smoked or had a single thought about sex until i moved to brookeside right after eight grade year ended.
i guess this is where i tell you where everything goes wrong, right?