high standards for
low affection
make a perfect combination
when we talk about
my depression
family who tries to help
when all they do is break
push me to the edge of
the nerve so i cave to
the anger inside myself
i always twist the knife
but i haven't picked it up
i always have an excuse
when no one cares about
what i express
they point my flaws
to shout my faults
i'm always in the wrong
but them are not hurting
in their own
always lonely like
its my choice
but they don't know
how many times
I've tried to feel
like one of their own
