A little bit of a vent - just ignore this tbh.
These unrealistic expectations of what you want me to be.
You know that I am unlike him
Sorry that I’m not perfect.
Sorry that my grades aren’t nines.
I’m no hamster on a wheel.
But I’m spinning around.
Trying to find the perfect road.
Why can’t I make it without fakin’ it?
I’m just trying to be myself.
Isn’t that what you told me to do as a child?
You keep bringing up that , if I wanna live with dad, I can, but does that mean that you’re giving up.
Sorry that I make mistakes and get in trouble.
Sorry that I don’t believe in perfection.
As soon as things don’t go your ways
You get annoyed and you blame me