You act like I'm perfect.

I'm not, none of us are.

Almost everytime we talk you talk about my grades,

and you blame all my stress over reading books.

BOOKS DON'T MAKE ME STRESSED,

THEY MAKE ME HAPPY,

THEY MAKE ME OKAY,

BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT NOW DO YOU?

You say I can talk to you about anything, but how can I do that when you won't even listen? You don't understand them and neither do I, so when you ask your questions I can't reply. Stop asking, stop trying to help. You make me feel worse and the words "don't stress" don't stop the stress.

I could care les what you think, I honestly don't care. I do things for me because I want to be successful and all your plans for me won't work the way you want them to. They'll work for me and only me and I don't care what you say whether you're happy or not about it because has it ever occurred to you that you're not helping and your words don't make any sense? 

Na, you don't even care about the real me.

You don't even want to know the real me.