I’m upset because no one understands me
I’m upset because they think they do
I’m upset because I’m a prisoner in a child’s life but yet am told to grow up
I’m upset because I don’t have friends and that wouldn’t bother me if it was for me and not because it because of them
I’m upset because they tell me to do things I love but yet make me do things I hate
I’m upset because they say things but deny it when I bring it up
I’m upset because they get mad so easily
I’m upset because they don’t listen I’m upset
I’m upset

It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book any more.