Im hurt, im torn
Sitting in this room thinking about the actions I gloom
I cry,
I cry when I think about the pain I caused
The fear within my family for my sins
For I am a teenager, only 17
Boy I think the world is against me
That teacher was out to get me
My dad doesnt want to let me free
Why is he so strict
Why cant i wear this or that
Does it matter if he thinks im skinny or fat
She just called me a whore
All I did was talk to this boy on the way to the store
Does she know I was hurting from what my dad said before
No one knows
They just loathe
I too hurt, just like a livin thing with blood and lungs to breathe
I am only human but no one seems to see