The world hates me..

Every time when i dream away,when i wake up it never seems to be a great day.

but now when i think about it,,my mom and me always fight;well since
my dad was locked up Tait.

it always seems that tomorrow would go without one fight every day and every night.

the world is agents me for what i do,but wait does that matter you?

you don't care at all what i do!
but i shouldn't blame you.

every body hates me no matter who i am
but it seems that the world would never understand.