My forehead creases around a new avenue. The scar's small and doesn't substantiate the pain that it bears. I'm tired, honestly to be judged on my every move. I've never been like Jesus in decision-making.. I'm just saying. For 16 years of my life, you guys have taught me and drilled this fact in me that it's hard for me to steer away from this mentality; independence. You've always said when I pled for your opinions, that I'm old enough to be on my own. So I've grown in solitude. I've forced myself to be dealt with in this lonely void.. because I'm old enough to not rely on others. To be a free-bird. And now taht I'm comfortable with the wrinkled skin of solitude.. you say I'm too young?
now you're swallowing what you've puked onto me? you're cursing my lifestyle, how I think, the way I react, my nonchalance to everything and my existence. Reality check, my stubbornness is only derived from my bad upbringing and as you guys to look upon. So, I guess it's your fault?
You tried to kill me. At that moment, the only words I was thinking, wasn't God don't let me die, it was Fuck you. I can't wait to get out of this house. I'm only a fucking teenager. I've done my responsibilities. You've said so yourself taht my only responsibility was my studies, I'm done with it, So why am I still kept captive under your watch, aren't I supposed to be released now? When is it ever good enough for you huh?