They are putting things in my head,
They judge me till I'm a shadow
Of everyone else's ideas instead;
They made me a shell so I'm hollow.
If I want to speak my mind,
They glare at me, discouragingly,
With their disapproving eyes
That follow ever so silently.
If I give off the wrong vibe
They won't talk to me ever again,
If I let anyone see me cry
They'll call me weak and laugh at my pain.
If I don't know the right answer
Or ask a known question,
They wouldn't falter;
Their laughter would be a lesson.
But all of this is what's put in my head,
I judge myself too harshly
And overthink everything I felt, did, and said
So that I'm left self-hurting.