Why? Mom, can’t you see I’m tired? Can’t you see I’m trying my best? Why can’t you see I’m doing the best I can, yet you still ask for more? I can’t handle anymore stress. I’m too tired to listen to your complaints to my best effort. I want to take a break. I want to rest. I want you to appreciate me for what I’m doing. I’m angry and sad when you think I’m someone that’s going nowhere, just for trying my best. I want you to listen to me and comfort me. There some stuff I can’t tell you because I’m afraid you’ll get mad. You think I’m rebellious when I try to speak out. You think I’m weak because I cry when you tell me I’m stupid over and over again. You think I’m like a s*** when I talk to guys. You think I’m YOU and you try to control my life. You say this all for my own good, but whats the point in that when I don’t get any say. I want you to listen, I need you to accept me for who I am and my best efforts.
