running

sometimes i wonder
why am i here?
sometime i wonder
am i someones sick play thing?
i ask myself
what have i done with my life
and the answer stares me right in the face:
nothing.
       nothing
                  at
                      all
i've done things to get attention
the postitve kind
any yet you still feel s****y
you cry
you not good enught for them
you whine
people ask you what the hell is problem
you try to explain
try to reason
and yet they don't care
all they do is laugh at you
you take all of the s**t that they say
ant yet you break
and you try to run
you cant run far
breause your traped
traped in endless torment
wherever you go
its the same thing
but differnt people
so one day
you get tired of running
you stand your ground
and speak you mind
and you tell those a******s
and ratchet b*****s
get the f**k out of my way
you are running my life anymore
i let you walk over me
but that s**t stops today!