I’m so close to breaking down all this stress, my minds a mess and I seem to not be getting enough rest.
I’m 18 and you treat me like I’m two. I’m waiting for the next day you lock me out so I can have a reason to move on with my life.
I’ve isolated myself because I trust no one.
I’ve been beaten down, kicked around, and I’ve lot my faith in these dark days.
I need a hero at this point in life.
That hero’s name is freedom.
I wait patiently hoping things will get easier but nothing has come of it.
Graduation please hurry.
I don’t wanna be hurt, I just wanna be little ole me.
What gave you the right to tell me who I need to be ?
My world was colorful now it seems black a white… Black and stupid white.
That’s where all this started.
I don’t know who I am.
