When will you learn? 4.8.2011

Why do you insist on puttin me down?

In putting me in a foul mood?

Does it make you feel good?

I suppose it should.

Otherwise you probably wouldn't do it so much.

Or is that not such?

Because you make me feel like nothing most the time.

And that should be a crime.

Everytime you put me through... I'm drawing the line.

I have had enough.

I am just.

  Not that tough.

It is  just too rough.

I am only sixteen...

I shouldn't have to be this mean.

Nor this lean.

I just want you to see
How misrible you make me.

You yell, shout, fight, cry,

but you never try,

to see what all this does to me.

Yeah it's hard on you.

But I'm falling apart.

And I can't even start,

to tell you how much it hurts.

I wish there was a cure,

That would work for sure,

and make our problems a blur,

that would make you see.
I just want to be free.