To Be Heard Slam- I'm Not Like You Mom
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When I write, I write because I choose to,
When I cry I cry be I’m supposed to,
When I die inside it’s because of you.
Always telling me you’re so proud,
Then I mess up and you draw a crowd,
Always second guessing,
Fells like I’m living a lie,
Two battles going on,
One front I’m winning,
On the other side,
I’m about to die.
I hide inside waiting for the right time,
Talking to you, the time is never right.
Here I am writing, screaming the words out,
Just for you to know I know I’m going to turn out fine.