My friends seem to aim at me
Behind my back they talk shit
To my face their my “friends”
Do they really think I don’t
Know what their saying
But you know what
I don’t care
My parents have taking everything
I have no life, no friends, no one to love
They think they have me under control
But their wrong because I have my ways
To them I must be miserable without those things
But you know what
I don’t care
My sister has pushed too many buttons
Now I’m forced to baby-sit her
And she thinks she can make it a living hell
Trashing her room, throwing food, and screaming
But you know what
I don’t care
It may seem that nothing can upset me
But to your surprise I have a bad temper
So everything above seems to get at me
And I’ve seem to push my way through it all
But you know what
I don’t care
~Shorty~
 
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