you said i was unreasonable.
you asked me to see if
my friends have their own rooms.
if they were as lucky as me.

well, let me tell you.
they have everything i want.
they go home to nice homes,
to home-cooked meals.
they don't have to wash their clothes,
they don't have to do ironing.
and they go home to their mum and dad.
i dont.
its true you gave me all that you can.
but maybe thats all what he wants.
not me,
i just want some time from you.
i dont think its that hard.
my friends live the life i wanted to live.
but i never can.
so when you ask me to compare,
who as luckier;
you should know my answer.

you said i dont talk to you.
i just complain..
but how do i talk to you,
when i don't see you?
you go out when i go to school,
you come back when i'm asleep.
and its just so hard.
i'm so tired.

i dread coming home everyday.
i wonder why i always give in and clean up.
cause, i don't think you care.
you said i was threatening you,
did you know how i felt.
do you know whether i was happy?
the house feels like a hotel,
a public place to me.

& why must i always give in,
i'm only fifteen.
i can be matured,
but afterall i'm only a teen.
don't expect so much from me.

i know you're trying.
i can't take this every single day.
i'm okay if its just once in awhile.
but its not...
i'm sorry.
i really am.