I am tired.
The shots have already been fired.
Some days I feel like crying.
Other days, I just wish I was flying.
All those cruel jokes and horrible names.
Honestly, I am sick and tired of your stupid games.
Why do you have to do this to me?
Why can't you just let me be?
I feel like I am locked up.
Forcing me my torment in a sippy cup.
I feel used,
Which you don't know what to do.
All you do is make fun of me.
I just want to be set free.