Turning Point

I hate when you look at me
What, am I suppose smile?
when I don't want you looking at me
stop trying to stare, it makes me sick
I don't want you to be here
I don't like your face
the way it makes me feel
and every time I try to read
your always talking in my head
hiding in my closet
and in the depths of my mind
sometimes I go crazy
cause I can't get away
from all the writings on a box
that makes everything look bad.
Now you're finally sleeping
And in my eyes,
I can see what you really want
and it scares me
because I realize your everyone else
and I may be the only sane person
being torn apart by all the crazy people
calling out my name, and adoring me