Oh, god!

by Michelle   Mar 22, 2008


I'm sick of the rumors
I'm sick of this life
Why do my parents yell at me?
And take out the knife

Im so young
So nice
Why do they treat me like this?
I need some advice.

People think i have the perfect life.
I am tall and skinny
and very nice
But is that enough for you tonight?

I am not very popular
Not very pretty.
I wear my hair the same
With a headband and its skinny.

Grr i wish i knew what to do
to make my life better.
Tell me parents to stop hurting me
Until the weather gets better?

UGH!

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