Soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high...and like Icarus i collide.

Why do I have to put up with all this....When deep down I am trying.
Why all the fuss when all you whine about is based on something you don't see....
If only you would try to understand me half as much as I'm trying to understand you..
You talk about respect...But how in the blue hell do I respect you when all you care about is yourself?
You hound me with your vague expectations never failing to change them every time I am close to achieving it...And oh you're angry? Yes sure..Take it out on me every night...
All this is driving me up the wall...You think you're motivating me but hell no...You make me wish I was never born.

Quote: " Thanks for nothing mom. "