Nights I cry in pain,
from the words that you say.
Nights I cut,
cut so deep to forget what you said.
Nights I wish,
that I was dead.
Nights that I wish you would understand,
I am only a girl,
not a superhero.
Nights I wish you would stop yelling,
and stop telling me to be like my brother.
Nights I wish I could talk to you,
with you not yelling at me,
and telling me this is not the way I'm meant to be.
But I guess its to late,
you've said what you mean,
and thats just what you think of me.
I can't change the way you think,
act or even what you say.
You are my parents,
that just never except me for me and not who you want me to be.
I guess there's just no way,
that you'll see my life through my eyes.
