Boiling Deep inside me,
My rage turning and twisting me at its will,
Her words sting me,
She scolds me for who I am,
She can't accept me,
My rage slows down,
The burn simmers and I realize I'm hurt, my eyes fill with betraying tears,
Why am I never good enough?
Why must I work so hard everyday to impress her?
Doesn't she understand I feel pain just like her?
Does she not understand that a piece of me breaks away from myself everytime she criticizes me?
But I won't ever tell her this, I keep my thoughts to myself shes all that I have left,
So I lift my sweatshirt hood and hide the dying girl,
I put my headphones in and drowned out her jabs,
Swallow away the lump in my throat and remind myself four more years and I can be free of this suffocating net,
But I still love her, and she tries to love me,
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
Boiling Deep inside me,
My rage turning and twisting me at its will,
Her words sting me,
She scolds me for who I am,
She can't accept me,
My rage slows down,
The burn simmers and I realize I'm hurt, my eyes fill with betraying tears,
Why am I never good enough?
Why must I work so hard everyday to impress her?
Doesn't she understand I feel pain just like her?
Does she not understand that a piece of me breaks away from myself everytime she criticizes me?
But I won't ever tell her this, I keep my thoughts to myself shes all that I have left,
So I lift my sweatshirt hood and hide the dying girl,
I put my headphones in and drowned out her jabs,
Swallow away the lump in my throat and remind myself four more years and I can be free of this suffocating net,
But I still love her, and she tries to love me,
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