Since when did my mother gets so freaking needy?
Since when do I need to do everything perfectly?
Since when do you care who comes to church?
Since when do you care about anything that happens in my life?
When did you first stop caring?
Whne did you first become uncomfortable?
When did you decide I wasn't good enough.
Please explain to me this:
Why is it so important that I'm what YOU want?
Why is it so important that you get what YOU want?
What make you so freaking special?
What happens when I fight back?
What happens when you run out of lies?
What happens when you miss out on life while trying to change mine?
I may be a bitch, I may not be popular, I may be lonely, But I have the truth.
I know who will and will not be there.
I know who will keep my secrets.
I know who trusts me.
I know who I need to stay away from.
I learn it again everyday,
over and over the same way.
I miss my old life,
I miss my old ways,
But then again,
it was all fake.
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