I'm feed up with all
the lies you tell me

I'm feed up with you
hitting me.

I'm sick and tired of being
your punching bag.

I'm tried of trying to have
a civil conversation with
you and it turns into a
argument.

I'm feed up with all the promises
you make to me. I sometimes
just wish I could tell
you face to face how I really feel


Without getting hit in the face
and having to explain to my
lil brother what happened to his

sister. I wish that you
would love me for
me and stop saying that you
are going to disown

me because I'm bisexual.

If you can't be in my life
without hurting me every
step of the way then you shouldn't
be in it at all.


So dad I'm telling you that
I'm feed up with your shit
and I wish you the best but
always know I love you.