Life.

14

How do you have the right to do all that stuff to me?
To push me around.
To crush my sole.
To kill me from the inside out.
To tell me what I can and can't do.
To tell me I'm bad at playing my instrument.
To make my real smile turn fake.
To try to make me feel insecure.
To call me
A bitch,
A slut,
Stupid,
Fake,
Worthless,
Annoying,
Lazy,
Shit.
Oh yah that's right,
You don't.
So back the fuck off and crawl back to that dark place everyone calls hell.