My parents,
They don't understand.
The fact that I sit with broken heart strings,
With no one but myself.
I look around and see the skies falling,
The daisies crumbling.
And with school creeping up behind me,
I know who I'll be once the first day begins.
Nothing.
Because don't you see mom and dad,
That's all I'll ever be because I do not wish to be more.
The moment I become more I have to be better than I was,
I have to continue to be better than myself.
I have to transform and fall into a society that does not accept me.
I do not wish to be more,
I simply wish to have a mended heart.
So I can love once more.