I want them back-
my feelings, my thoughts, my words, my actions.
Why am I caught up in your lies,
those you are repeating until I trust in them?
Stop guiding me, I wish to see the world myself.
I already began to yearn for your hell of opinions.
Can't you understand that all I ever wanted was you to be proud of me?
I am sorry for disappointing you all over again;
Maybe me being your child was a mistake.
