I'm sick of all the looks I get
Like they know I'm a treatment kid
Like they think I'm a *******
I'm sick of being underestimated
Being told I can't do it
I'm sick of being here
Not able to get out...trapped
I'm sick of being told what to do or what to wear
Truth is, I really don't care
I'm sick of being judged when, don't you know?, I'm my biggest critic
I'm sick of all those pretty girls who think they're "so cool"
Truth is, STONERS RULE
I'm sick of having a ****** up life
Can't get rid of it, isn't that nice?
I'm sick of being nice
What's the point, you make me wanna cry
I'm sick of feeling, seeing, or hearing

I'm turning 15 soon
It's a sight I thought I never wanted to see
But look I'm here
I may have emotions
I may sometimes wanna die
The list could go on and on
But it's a waste of precious time
I value my life, I may even love it
I may be stuck here
I may even have dark days
But I will NEVER risk my life again
I've made it through mine and other's horrible ways