I don't know how to think.
I can't breath or drink,
With my parents complaining about,
My damn mistakes.
It's hard to deal with.
It's hard to see,
It's hard to find,
That everything I do,
Has a consequence.
I can't help or be confused,
With my mom telling me what to do.
Mind your own business, she says.
Cause with the help I attempt to give,
She isn't amused.
I try my best, I say to myself.
I've tried everything.
I can't debate for or help out.
Because the yelling is all the same.
What more can I take,
If I'm already used to it?
I had an escape.
Now I don't have anything.
On the edge right now,
Is where I'm at.
Little angel on my right,
Devil on my left.
They're telling what to do.
But I can't hear two things at once.
Who do I follow?
Who do I say, screw you?
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