
Growing up
You made a song
Which you sing to me
Every damn day
Reminding me and telling me
I brought chaos and pain
To the happy faces in the picture
Telling me immediately I came
Everything changed really bad
Making me believe I am the problem
Even though you don’t mean to
But you do every damn day
You break me with your words
Increasing my insecurities
When you should love and mold me
You should love and protect me
I shouldn’t have to put up my walls
Or be on guide when I’m with you
You are supposed to be my best friend
Protect me from these thing
Yet it’s you who expose me to it
Everyday I feel like shit
Because I know it could have been better
If I never came in to the picture
Now I’m feel it is all pointless
I mean what’s the point
The one who conceived me
Believes I brought just problems
Not once have you ever
Been able to relate my coming
With something that brought
Joy or happiness to the picture
And now I believe
I was not meant to be in the picture
And maybe I should just walk away from it
Because I am not even wanted
So what’s the point
Why stay when I can leave
And just maybe then
Everyone will be happy.
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