• So my best isn't good enough for you?
    I try, and try,
    But what can I do?

    I'm an idiot
    A retard,
    A teenager who would be better off,
    In the body of a three year old.

    Yeah,
    I get it,
    So hurry and shut up.

    Stop your talking,
    Stop all the insults,
    'Cause I'm already beating myself down,
    Thousands a times a day.

    Do you even notice how hard I work?

    Oh? I'm too childish?

    But that's the point!

    You tell me to be more mature,
    To be conservative,
    To be my age.

    Then you tell me to relax?
    To be myself?
    To stop messing up?

    You want me to stop embarrasing you?

    Who cares if people stare?

    Isn't that what you say too?

    What do you want?
    For me to be my age,
    And to be mature,
    And to be myself?

    What if I don't know who this 'myself' is?

    What if who I am,
    Is acting like a child?
    Like an immature kid who likes to act naive?

    Don't you say,
    That I shouldn't act like other fifteen year olds?

    Yeah,
    I'm stupid,
    I need to start thinking,
    I get it, okay?

    But what you have to understand,
    Is that all I do is think.

    Thinking isn't something you can see,
    Or hear,
    Just notice.

    Why won't you ever apologize for your actions?
    It's clear on your face you know what you did wrong,
    So why?

    To toughen me up?

    I'm sorry,
    But it's plainly not working,
    It's just breaking me down.

    Honestly,
    I'm just too scared to act mature,
    To stop acting like a child,
    Because it's all I can do,
    Without messing up.

    Isn't that what you want?
    For me to not mess up,
    On what I'm doing,
    At least just once?

    Well look!
    I'm trying so hard,
    To do my best,
    And I'm not messing up!

    But... you're not looking,
    And you don't like it.

    Alright,
    I know,
    Everyone has it bad,
    Everyone else has it worse.

    Okay,
    I know,
    I get it--

    I'm a fool,
    An idiot,
    A baby,
    An immature, stupid child that apparently doesn't know of the troubles of world.

    All of you,
    Just quiet down,
    Please,
    I beg you.

    I'm tired,
    I hate the bickering,
    The yelling,
    And the useless crying.

    The most unfortunate thing is that,
    I can't block out all the troubles of everyone else,
    So I end up keeping my mouth closed.