the failure doesn't really bother me,
that has all changed for me.
because once i woke up, i realized..
i never could or wanted to become
that picture perfect little robot child
that you yearned for me to be.
i could actually see what i was supposed to see.

i'm sure it looks good on paper,
but to me it looks like shit.
and you really expected me to accept it
in that little bit.

you'll pretend to work through the screams and the fits;
because you have the power of parental consent
to pump me full of your pharmasutical shit.
i guess, atleast you try to make it better with your
putrid kisses and claims of undying love.
fuck you.

just shut up. stop pretending.
we aren't the perfect family,
even with the meds and councelling!

you're drowning in your own lies,
i tried to make them clear, but all i'm given
is the guilt of your tears.
all because i shattered your imaginary life
all for trying to help you see it right.
can't you see?!
it really isn't worth the fight.

and i'm not sorry for everything.
i'm not sorry for anything.
because you've ruined it for me,
more than i could have ever ruined it for you,
the only difference is, that i can pull through.
and i can do it all,
all without you.

love michelle.