I hate the favoritism in my family.

I want a father who will listen to me when I am upset and not bring me down instead.

I want to live in a house where i don't have to walk on egg shells to avoid an argument.

What if I reach my goal weight, and I'm still not satisfied?

All I ask for is happiness, is that too much to ask for?

When she is smiling and trying to act like nothing is wrong, can't you see how much she is suffering and how much pain there is behind her eyes?

My silent tears go unnoticed.
I cant help but cry.
When I know that I will never
Find the perfect guy.
My friends find theirs.
And im left alone.
Left to cry

Entrapped in sounds,blocking out whats pounding, creating a mind of flowing simplicities.

I honestly never feel good enough for you, something is always wrong with me.

I'm just another disappointment to you.