Why is it that I tell you Im sad and you think Im trying to make everything about me.
I tell you why Im acting the way I am and its still all my fault.
I say I need help but that doesn't even matter,
if I need help Im on my own to find it.
Your supposed to be the one who provides for me,
who takes care of me,
and who protects me.
Lately you've done nothing
you stand by and you watch me fall apart,
but when all the pieces come falling down
you don't help me pick them up instead you yell at me for getting this bad.
Thanks mom you sure help a lot.