You try to crush my dreams,
Yet you don’t even know what they mean.
You don’t have any idea of the pain,
I tell you my aspirations,
But then I have to explain.
I hate having to elaborate on the things I want to do.
You can’t even take a fucking minute to listen,
Can you?

I can’t explain them to you.
You’re too closed minded, even though you push on.
You don’t know what’s going on.
You assume too much.
You think that I need you as some stupid crutch.

But the crutch is too small.
I’ve outgrown it,
I want to smash it against the wall,
And then I’ve broken it.
You can try to put it back together,
But by then I’ll be way too tall.

The path ahead is looking bumpy.
I know it’ll end up with me leaving,
And you grumpy,
Me pissed off, my beaten pillow lumpy.

I’m so sick of trying to withhold my rage
Only one and a half more years,
Then I finally break out of this cage.
I’ll get to meet new people.
Like my true self.
He’s a brand new packaged toy,
Just plucked off of the shelf.

I’m sorry it’s ending this way,
But I can’t see any other path.
Just be lucky I hold the pain inside,
You’ve yet to see my wrath.
I don’t get angry on the outside,
Instead I build it within.

It’s a hand grenade ready to go off,
And I’m about to pull the pin.



Pissed off right now. Just rattled that off. Got in a little argument with dad.

-CPFitz-