don't look at me
don't offer me a tissue
don't offer to sit down
and talk with me about my issues
you are not a therapist
or a licensed professional
you are not my priest
this is not a confessional
stop psychoanalyzing me
it doesn't take a genius
to understand i'm not okay
it's not your problem so just leave it
be because i don't have the energy
to make you feel like a hero
you won't really care
you'll just act like it would appear so
because somehow fixing me will put you together
in a twisted way i'll never understand
don't wanna be your next project
i don't need your helping hand
because if i tell you all my secrets
that'd be giving you exactly what you've wanted
and the next thing i know
it will be your fist to my stomach
and a knife in back
with my story public domain
don't need your rehabilitation
i can deal with my own pain
or maybe i can't  
i really don't care
my life will be better off without you
get out of my hair
i can't afford to tend to you
and satisfy my own needs
not to be rude but i'll have to pass
i don't need your charity