Dear whoever dares to read

Dear whoever,
Please tell the people around me I don't want to be me today,
Paint me in rainbow colors and make my skin as thick as clay,
Tell the ones who judged me and persecuted my life and means,
I do not wish for any revenge, it's only me who's been torn at the seams,
They can't tell me what to do, it's only me in my war-filled mind,
I've never been so patronized and these reasons I can't find,
They want me to be something I'm not, with roses in my hair,
Well, excuse me the thorns are pricking my cheeks and you don't even seem to care,
Dark and riveting I seem to feel, an explosion of the soul,
High expectations? Well leave me alone, I am who I am, that's me,
I don't want to turn out like your sweet and wealthy hypocrisy.

Dear whoever,
Tell those slave-drivers down the road if I call in sick today,
It's not because I'm happily skiving in fact it's the opposite way,
Tell those people who call themselves friends, if in a month they wonder where I've gone,
Tell them I never loved them, tell them their betrayal was wrong,
If the police ask why I was never at school,
I dare you to go and tell them because I wasn't a fool,
I dare you to tell them the opposite of what they'd only have us believe,
Tell them their way to look at a book isn't the only way to read,
If lightening bolts hit the road tomorrow and should my run away not go to plan,
Tell the people who want me back I'll never be part of their clan.

Dear whoever,
Forget this note, forget my awful out-look on the world,
Don't think it was the way I was brought up it was just as life unfurled,
I saw it all a bit darker, I saw through all their lies,
You know if anyone gets really angry tell them that's why I run with the flies,
That's exactly what made me run so far,
My heals were bleeding and my breathe was torn, it's just sad I don't have a car,
Dear whoever, if you're a psycho-analyst I hope this letter finds you well,
And the fact I'm fourteen does indeed set a downer on the little spell,
Now call it hormones I don't give a crap,
And say that my language is poor,
If you drag me back, God as my witness,
You will understand this pain I feel,
I'll never give in,
This letter I seal.
Goodnight.