mother
why can't i just run away
father
why can't you just stay
friends
why can't you believe me when i say
there is somthing i've never done
i'm not a victim of that way
society
why can't i just be who i am
just because i'm not famous
and know where i stand
world
why do you let people
**** there own people
has it really come to that?
kids
having birthdays in hospitals
without their whole family there
because thier country
doesn't know who to fight
why can't we all help them there?
who else knows about the trubles
in syria
killing there owm
who else is acually going to
"save the children"
why can't we give those children
a safe home

You think that you know me.
You think that you understand me.
You think that you know what I think.
You believe that you know who I am.

But you have no idea.

How many times have I taken peoples thoughts to my heart?
How many times have my own thoughts plagued my dreams?
How many of my owm dreams did I crush because of the demons that I created?

How many times did I cry myself to sleep?
How many times have I drawn words on my own body that discrimated me?
How many faces do I show everyday to mask the pain that you and I inflict on my mind and body?

Do you know how many times I've held a knife to myself?
Do you know how many times I've dreamed of spilling the crimson liquid that runs in your veins?
Do you know how many demons I have created for myself?

The truth is always there...
I always scream it to you...
But you don't see...

You don't know how many voices live in my head that match yours!
You don't know how many tears that I have shed because if you!
You will never know how many ropes I have tied around my neck to remind me that I am still alive!

So let me ask you...

How many times did you blame me!?
How many times did you tell me that I was no good!?
How many times did you force me to change myself!?

You will never understand how many times I've looked at death as a friend.
You will never understand how you hurt me!
And you will never understand why I wish that I had never been born!

So, when I am grown, and when I have a family of my own, I promise that I will never treat them that way.

I promise that I will never make them look at the mirror defeated.
I promise that I will never let them face their demons alone.

But, most of all,
I will never forget the very reason that I make these promises. I will never forget my promises. And I will never forget to stare at you, and smile when I finally see the day that you realize how you ****** up.