rippled heart of confusion,

with broken strings how can i play it

how can i pretend its all okay

when my heart is crying out in exaction

from small but building things, like

being my age and being treated like a little kid..

Technically i can walk out that door

but were will i go how will i make it on my own

truth is i can't not because i lack the money  so,

when i do go i plan to go fare away.

to find people who will treat me like my age

find real friends, find love,

but i will start now with a good career goal...

But while I wait I will hide my heart from those i love but hate..

even the friends I have are the same..

the treat me like i am younger than them..

when I am older than them... They make me feel low.

but you dad treat me with no trust but yet,