I want to make misery my *****, n' not my closest friend.

I don’t know where to start, we need time apart
don’t say we’re so much alike, we clash
I’m nothing like you
Despite what you think, lying isn’t part of my lifestyle
You’ve created this “life” that you’ve build on lies
this style you’ve formed on others opinions, wants, needs
What happened to you?
I could say when I was younger I looked up to you
wanted to be the mirror image right down to the straight across bangs
that was 6th grade.
Now it seems like you’re looking down on me, a ******* on the shoe
just a teenager is what you’ve labeled me
one year, and 4 months I’ll be 18
is that when I’ll finally be a someone to you, not only someone
but you’re ******* daughter.
Yes, I’m young but whats ****** up is
I’m convincing you to stop using the internet to meet men
Rinsing your hair of bleach, spending a fortune of on skin care
Who are you?
This is where I begin to preach, theres a breach in the system
wires crossed, burnt, n’ broken
thus causing an outtage of ******* patience I have for you.
Most the decisions you make, boggle my mind
you always choose the path less traveled by,
voyaging through potholes and quicksand
you’re stinking, stuck
things won’t change, its to late

I was taught in school that kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray,
but kissing you is like taking a long drag after a rough day at work.

at 3 i am a girl
all I want is to grow up to be a princess
Hopefully with a Prince Charming and a castle

At 5 I got asked what my ambition was
Even then I wanted to be a princess
But not with a castle, I already knew it wasn't going to come true

At 7, I got asked what my ambition was
Then, I changed my mind
I wasn't going to be a princess, it was all in my head.

At 10, I decided I was going to become a doctor
I had watched my close kin bleed out to death in an operation theatre
And I wanted to be a doctor who saved every life that came knocking on my door

At 13, I was too caught in the middle of my friends problems
I spent my days healing broken hearts and listening to stories that I forgot that I had my own stories
Just no one to speak them out to

At 16, I wanted to be a psychiatrist
I was willing to take on the problems of the whole universe
And then I realized the weight was too much for me to bear

At 18, I want to be a person. I want to feel things
I don't want to store them in a box and throw the key away
I don't want to hold my tears back
I don't want to live for anyone around me
I want to live for myself
And there's nothing else I'd rather be because
No one does me better than me