Based off my life and whatnot, this is about my confusing life. My mom either wants me to be a puppet, or a succcesful and rich human. ----------------------- I sit alone in my room, looking at the stars. Mommy wants my love, mommy wants my life. She takes it away, once or twice each day. A little part of me, would always slip away. My heart races faster, everytime I'm near. I don't want to fight with her, Mommy dearest, no. I'm always smiling, always laughing, inside I hold the tears. Yes. Mommy wants a human doll, mommy gets her wish. Years have past and now I'm sane, my mentality is stable. She'd always ask me to live or laugh, but all I'd say is no. I can never smile, never laugh. Pain is my only friend. I lock myself up in my room, praying my amends. God has given me such a life, but I had to waste it now... God has given me blessings and such... But now they mean nothing... ------- My mom isn't that cruel but I'm using her angry side to write this story.
She didn't. She just thinks I shouldb't rebel too much. But my attitude. my personality, THAT'S what she can't stand.
Sigh... I am... But she says I'm too mature and treats me like a fifteen year old. My life is strict and desciplined.
Tch. See my dad. He always go to shanghai and never comes back, making me cry and hit my own head on the wall. He's part of those Black Gangs... In China they're the worse. It's like selling ur soul to ze devil...