Wait
When will it stop?
Now, later maybe never
I sit and wait for that day
When I leave then maybe
Maybe then, I won’t be here to hear it
I cant wait till that very day
That I don’t have to hear all the bull
From anybody and everybody
I’m tired of it all
But even now it still comes to haunt me
As if I did something wrong
But no, what did I do
NOTHING!
Nothing at all!
Except for trying and trying
But then again it never works
Everybody doesn’t even care to know
All they know how to do is talk
I’m so tired and worn out with the same stuff
All the time, even if I did succeed
It wouldn’t matter
They don’t know how it feels and
THEY DON’T CARE
If they knew how it felt to be called all this…
All these names that you’d never wish upon another
It sucks to be called a “FATSO”
BY YOUR OWN MOTHER!
And for you “little” brother to follow in her footsteps
You don’t know how it feels
And I’d never wish it upon anyone else
And then again……
I WAIT!
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