My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me