My Wish

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Sometimes I wish...
I lay in bed and think about the things you say
the things you do.
I ask why?
Why do you have to do these things to me?

I know why.
You don't want me to be like this
You want me to be normal.
You want me to be what you say.
You don't want me to be me!

Why does it have to be like this?
Why is it that I need to try and please you
yet you still seem unsatisfied.
I hear “I love you” but that's not what you mean.
You're really saying “I don't care about you”

You make me want to die.
Being a teenager is rough as it is
You acting the way you do makes it so much worse.
I'm here trying my hardest to get by and you're being a ****.
No, you're a terrible person, I don't know how I put up with you.

I'm sure somewhere, beneath that thick blanket of hatred
there's some love. Some love waiting for me.
I want to believe that's true.
But all I can ask is “is there?”
Seriously, do you love me?





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