I have reached the point
Everything I do is like a disjoint
Out of place

I give my sport my all
I give school my all

They only see whats wrong
And nothing I do is enough
I just want to go back to his scruff

I fight for my friendships
I fight for my scholarships

But I still don’t feel like I belong
I just ride along
I don’t drive

I go home and I study,
And I work out,
And I cook
And I clean
And I still get yelled at

I guess I really should be doing more,
My other cell does not care
I want it to go back like it was before
Can’t we go back to playing truth or dare?
Or picking out what to wear?