Spoiled Syndrome

I was once a good child,
Please the parents,
Make Them Proud,

Until i realized spoiled kids,
Are The Ones With the Gold Crown,

So day by day,
Every word i said,
Changed to something mean,

Everyday,
I realized everything i said,
Didn't sound like me,

I got the spoiled fever,
And i treated my parents like dirt,
i used up all their money,
I have to admit sometimes it hurt,

but have you ever done something
So much
That the hurt just seems to stop.

When you cannot feel the pain,
When you do not have a heart,

So spoiled syndrome grew and grew,
And changed from the person that i once knew,

Hurt is crime,
And crime is hurt,
And day by day,
I hurt my dirt,

My parents finally gave up,
and i got almost all i wanted,

I knew i was causing them stress,
I knew i was causing them Tears,
But i never knew i would be imaged in someones thought of fears,

My mom would tell me,
Then one night i would go to bed mad,
And when i wake up,
She wouldn't be there making me glad,

Well take it from me,
Someone who knows,
Listen to your mom,
She's Right....