Can’t believe where I’ve grown up

In a city with a great reputation

Nice houses and paved streets

Not where you’ll most likely meet people like me

I could never live up to the standards

Of my parents conditional love

Never wore my hair right

My clothes were too tight

The thing about this city is

Nice houses

With molded walls

Paved streets

With cracks under the asphalt

From all the kids that were too smart for their own good

Ran away from this place

They saw more than they should

Instead of clouds

We have chem trails

Instead of praise

We have jealous stares

There’s a girl at school

Who slits her wrists?

She can’t take what they say anymore

Her parents handle it

By screaming it’s a waste

How can she do this?

Does she even think about what the other parents will say?

She couldn’t live up to their conditional love

‘And it sucks man

Because that night

She ran away

And still

To this day

Nothing has changed.

 

You leave these kids

Saying sorry for what they’ve grown up to be

As if it’s wrong

As if they aren’t even human beings

Just animals that you were somehow for some reason

Chose to raise

I don’t understand

Why you cause so much pain

It must be obviously evident in your mind

Your making kids want to die inside