Just Tell Me

You ask me what's wrong?
But i truly don't even know...
I try to move along,
But i don't know where to go!

People say home is where the heart is...
But what if you don't have a home?
What do i do about this...
My heart is somewhere all alone...

I hate these people here...
I hate who they are!!!
Excuse me while i start to tear...
How did it ever get this far?

My mother and I don't talk
Unless it's in a loud tone
It isn't a major shock
That hell has formed in this home...

Now i don't want to be rich
Nor do i want to me famous
And I'm tired of being the b.i.tch
And i really want to change this...

I hate taking my anger out
On ways that i know are bad
But do understand what I'm mad about?
Do you know why i get so sad?

I don't want anything at all
Just a simple, pleasant home
With happiness from wall-to-wall
And nobody knows what it's like to be alone

With a mother who asks me
"Hey, how was your day?"
Or a person to see
When things aren't OK...

Is that so much to ask?
Because if it is, tell me so...
I'm thinking that i won't last
So tell me if i should just let go