I know I'm horrible

Looks like I've finally

Proved myself

(r.i.g.h.t)

Wish that I could

make it up

But the problems

Never pass

"She's done this

She's done that"

How can I be better

I'm trying

To listen to my perfect

Mother

To listen to my common

Sense

But they both collide

My intuition tells me one thing

My mom tells me

Another

Who to believe?

Can I trust myself?

(...no)

Can I trust her?

No answer

So how do I do it?

With money?

Find a job?

What do I do to help

The starvation of

energy

That's filling me up

inside

find a new group

of friends?

Abandon the old?

Impossible

It will not happen

I will not let it

The trouble will come

and the trouble will go

There is no way to stop

The devil in his tracks

There's no way that I

can do that

I wanna be better

But can I is the

question

Do I know you?

Do you know me.

Cause it takes one

to know one.

But I don't think

you're the one.

To know me.

To show me.

How pathetically unreal

I am.

So forgive me

Please forgive me

Isn't that what mothers

do?