How do you expect me to talk to you when all you do is scream?
How do you expect me to trust you when I know what went down?
You're supposed to be there but you're not it seems.
I'm not the best kid in the world but in my own faults, I drown.
I know you think I'm pathetic for all my mistakes.
I know you want me gone as fast as I came.
Yet we still share the true smiles and the fakes.
I love you mom, and I know you feel the same.
But you seem to be more stressed day by day.
I don't know what it's from, and you don't ever talk about it.
This family, I see it with my own eyes, its increasing decay.
But you don't know whats bothering me not even a lil bit.
I keep my secrets and you keep yours.
I want to help you, but you don't speak.
Our family has gone through many wars.
Since I can't say this to you're face then call me weak.
I've failed you many times and will a lot more.
I just need you to be here, for your little girl.
When I'm bruised and scared, tired and sore.
Even when the lies continue to swirl.