“You know me... At least that's what you say. You tell me that I'm just like you, each and every day. You say I'm going to fall, ill probably even fail, because I'm not following the man that was hung up by nails. Im too young to understand, too young to defend. Too young to wrap my mind around the mixed messages that you send. You say that I should be able to make the life decisions because I'm an adult. And this is my life and my health. So now I'm left at this hault Because what the hell do you want? Do you want me to admit that this is all just my fault? You say that no ones perfect yet you cant accept my flaws. You say that you love me until I stumble and I fall. And you say your better than my mom Yet you emotionally control me. You may not call me names but you still don't accept me. At least when she sais she doesn't, there aren't any if, ands, or buts. But with you its why this, should do this, and all these musts.”
