The Bad Child.

I'm so sick of your voice
Constantly loud in my ear
Because according to you
I'm the bad child.
Yeah, my grades aren't perfect
I lie and don't always try my best
But have you have ever stopped to think
Of all those surrounding me?
I don't do drugs
Drink or have sex.
No, I don't sneak out late
Lie about where I'm off to
Or stay out past curfew partying.
I don't cut myself
And thoughts of suicide don't clutter my mind.
I wouldn't dream of shoplifting
Or ever commiting murder
But still I'm the worst
All alone here.
Yeah, you're probably pretty disapointed in me
And I would like to say I'm sorry
But you don't even know the half
Of everything I could be.