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Black Sheep

I'm  stupid and an asshole.
I'm  selfish   and deluded.
I'm  lazy, I could do better.
All the things you said,
ringing through my head,
like a bad pop song on repeat.

Normally  it wouldn't  bother me,
but the words are not one, 
You should say to the girl
who is supposed  to be your daughter. 

But I guess  I'll  never be,
anything  you ever wanted.
I tried to convince  myself.
That it wouldn't  have any long affecting
to my personality  or spirit.
Yet the other  day some  woman told me,
that my self- esteem  is really shot.

I could have it worse, so don't  bother,
pitying me or the candor that slips
through my chapped and wordless  lips.
I'm  choking on my alibi.
While I receive  the third degree,
on why I have a class with a D.


I tried to tell you that I was depressed, 
suspect  bipolar and social anxiety. 
But once  again,  it's  all in my head.
It's  just a chemical  delusion
 that I could overcome.
So I get high to prove to you,
That my grades will always be Cs,Bs and Ds.

I'll never be handsome or talented, 
like the older  brother that overshadowed me.
I'll  never be smart or clever,
like the older  sister  that has four degrees.
You didn't  fight  and plead  for me,
like the seven others that would soon replace me.
I'm  just  a body  that can cook and clean.
And prove my insanity through my grades.

Someone pointed out all my scars.
There not the  normal lines instead,
they reflect the anxious scratching, 
that dug all the way to the vein. 
The doctor rubbed my arm,
said just take deep breaths.
Here are some drugs to make you relax.

You like me better when I'm  stoned out of my mind.
When I'm  tired all the fucking time.
With my "Yes ma'am" and on your drumbeat. 
I figure  you love me in some kind of way.
But I'm  just not good enough.

I'm  stupid and an asshole.
I'm  selfish   and deluded.
I'm  lazy, I could do better.
All the things you said,
ringing through my head,
like a bad pop song on repeat.

Normally  it wouldn't  bother me,
but the words are not one, 
you should say to the girl
who is supposed  to be your daughter.
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