I hate them.
Backstabbing each other everyday.
Accusing me things that I never do,
or even think about it.

The first person I'll go to will be her.
Hoping that she'll know that I put her first in line.

But she just never get it.
Two faces bitch.
Throwing lies on my face.


I'm no longer that small kid you used to raised.
I'm a grown up teenager now.
I can see whats right and whats wrong.
I know my boundary,
I know my limits.

Why can't you just ever think that I'll do fine without any of your bloody restrictions?
And all this while,
I trusted you so much..


I hate my family so much,
especially you,
Mom..