I’m really not that bad…
Am I?
Am I so horrible that I should just die?
Are all teenagers like this?
Or is it just me?
Why am I not getting any answers?
I hate it when you yell at me;
You hate it when I’m mean to you.
How can we change our attitudes
To not make each other mad?
Would you really not yell at me?
Or will you go back on your word?
How will I know you’re telling the truth?
And yet, I’ll still be mean to you
Because that is how I am.
I’m just a loser.
I’m just a brat.
I don’t deserve to live.
I don’t even know why we hate each other.
Is it because you hate my dad
And I am part of his flesh and blood?
Or is it just me?
Me,
The only one who is making your life
Horrible.
Miserable.
Will I ever know?
