You take away the one thing that makes me happy,
That’s why I’m bitter towards you.
All my hatred and anger goes to you,
Because you tell me “We want what’s best for you. How can we make you happy?”
And when I tell you suddenly it’s my fault that everything is ****.
Then you say “Well we know what’s best for you. We understand what you are going through. We know what you feel.”
Well you ******* don’t.
You aren’t me and I sure as hell don’t tell you jack ****.
So, how do you expect me to be happy,
When all I am to you is a kid who can be ordered around?