i miss the days when
my father didn't think i was
my mother didn't have to
check my wrist,
back before the old me
in the awkward silences between the four of us (mom, dad, physchiatrist, and
i nervously twist my friendship bracelet (she's not my friend anymore),
and try not to be sick, since you're expecting me
and you're getting NOTHING...
(like talking to a wall)
my parents always go on
and on, "do you realize how
hard this is for us? we don't know how to
if you won't tell us what's wrong with you!"
what's wrong with you? my parents' faces scream.
isn't it obvious? that i don't know? isn't it obvious, that
it's even harder for
and i want to be daddy's girl and mommy's baby but i can't if you don't accept me for who i am
can you understand? don't you understand?