The words roll-off
your tongue
like you've been
practising
in front of a mirror
Don't attempt
to humour me
Somehow I
want you
to wear my skin,
try it on
see how it
feels
But at the
same time I
don't wish
such a thing
on my worst enemy
Your jokes
always hit home
You told
each one
with a straight face
how was I
supposed to know
whether you
meant it or
not
You find it
frustrating just
being my guardian
imagine the torment
I go through each
and every day
trapped in this
skin of mine
You can't blame
Him,
so you blame
me
It's
sickening
Youth isn't
an excuse
it's a scapegoat
Please let me be, and grow up
putting pressure on someone to complete your dreams is not right.
Remember that what could be a simple task to you, is actually quite difficult for another.