You sit there looking at me with a messed up face
Asking me why are you mad?
Telling me I don’t get you? Why can’t you move on?
You want to know why I cry in my sleep,
You want to know why I will work till my feet bleed and my mind can’t go anymore,
Its because I hate it…
I hate how I will never be beautiful and tall
My father never cared about me,
My mother cries because she thinks she neglected me
I can’t sleep at night because there’s something I could have done better
Good is never enough
Yet you still can’t see how I can’t just let it all go…
I guess what I hate the most
Is how you will never look at me the way you look at her…
