They want me to bee successful
I don't have a choice
Between school, church and home
All three every week
During summer it is prep
whether I like it or not
I don't get to decide what to be
I feel like every aspect of my life is being control
I don't they beleive in me and what I can do
All they do is cause tears and pain
Sometimes I just want peace and quiet
A life were my option matters
A life were my existence matters
To the furture