You’ve got mad at me. Again. For something I did that’s beyond my control.
I wanting to fight back but I kept quiet. You kept quiet.
Suddenly everything and anything seem so still.
You treat me like a small child. Don’t do this, don’t do that. I’m sick of all this.
Everything I do will never satisfy you.
I walked away from you, cried in the bus because
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