Why must you hurt me?
Remind me of the loser I've become.
Sometimes I'm jealous
I wish I was the one out there partying
Having a life
Instead I've become this "good little girl" moron
Too damn afraid of the world
Why did you have to overprotect me to the point
I have no ambition
I have no true wants or desires.
No one will ever want me
No will want to be my friend
I'm just like a drunk
Except I'm a bore.
Why must you hurt me?
I never asked you to be born.
All I wanted was to be like other people I know
I knew to stay away from danger.
Yet you always had a reason for no
Too damn broke
Too damn poor.
©2001 S.A.L.
Writer's note:
I can't remember when I wrote this but I was really angry one day at my mother. I know she was just looking out for me while I was growing up but we all get mad sometimes looking back at what we where like as a child. I was just in one of those moods one day and wrote this.
