I talk. . . They never listen. Yell at me because I'm the "blame" of your downfall. Make me want to leave this world and to never hope of a future without your intolerable restrictions. Laugh at me when I say I'm an outcast. When I really am, because of you. Tell me you cry at night, because of me. Tell me my feelings are wrong. Tell me I'm the reason for your suffering and pain. "stop throwing yourself a pity party" Am I that much of a burden?
