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Sep 2018
I am breaking inside
As long as they are happy right?
Getting all the good grades, ivy league universities
I don't have a life my own
They will always remain on the throne
Nothing ever satisfies them
Nothing is ever good enough for them
I am never good enough for them
Dancing to the beat for their drum
They say they are not controlling and selfish
I beg to differ
They blame me for my rebellion
Calling me a hellion
Just because I want to live a life by my own choices
They raise their voices
Leaving me voiceless
I am helpless
I am reckless
I am friendless
I am breathless
I am defenseless
Comparing me to other kids
I am sorry, I can not be perfect so stop your subtle digs
There is too much pressure
Keep on fighting for the treasure
I need a refresher
It will get better
What a joke, call me a jesturer
I look around, all I see are my assessors
I need an adventure
Have to make an endeavor
Escape from all the cold weather
Little do I know I am trapped forever
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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