sometimes in life
it's those who are close to you that create strife
with words unkind
when someone's already messing up your mind

to think that they help
makes me yelp
but I no longer care
I'm tired of being there

I want to fly kites
for I'm sick of being nice
to watch them glide
and forget the tears I cried

a test of faith
reminds me this is more than the eighth
time that I swore
I can't take this anymore