Sitting here alone
thinking of the choices i have made
i start to think that maybe my parents are right
maybe i am selfish
maybe i am a brat
maybe i dont deserve anything better in life
but then why am i here?
whats my purpose?
I just want to be able to see over the surface
i wish i could be the kid they want me to be
so i could be their "angel" for others to see
its like they want to be a trophy
all shiny
with no flaws
but thats not the case,
instead im the "trouble child"
because, my own dreams i do chase
When i let them down
it hurts me inside
but once i open my journal,
put pen to paper,
all my imperfections are put aside
