You say stay
And I want to leave
You say wait
And I can't
I want things my way for a change
Just wanting to give into the pain
I throw tantrums on the floor
And you say I can't do that anymore
Why can't I stomp my feet and pout?
Am I not allowed to have doubt?
I have a fickle heart that carries all this bitterness
I struggle so hard all the time with this
I see clearly in my head all the minute details
And how my emotions are so frail
I'm suppose to hold it together on the outside
While I'm falling apart inside
I want to live without regret
And not feel so beset
To self destruct is my prerogative
Being the architect of my own destruction
You can't handle the crazy
When I'm being contrary
I snap and break sometimes under all the pressure
Do you handle it so much better?
Why do I have to have a reasons for the things I feel
Am I so different that my feelings to you don't seem real?
I fly off the handle and say things I don't mean
When my intelligence is not so keen
I just want what I want
when I want it
Is that so much to ask for?
If so then I know where to find your door.
But tell me this before I go,
Why do you put my wants and needs on your list so low?
Why can't you be the remedy for my disease?
What's so wrong with my sense of entitlement
Does it not come with enlightenment?
Everyone is owed something and at the
same time nothing in life.
So is what I feel I'm owed just not feasible,
Is pushing my limits so unreasonable..?
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