Be the change!!

I just like the kid's bangs*

Home has finally flipped and become one hell hole.
Never can I spend my time in peace.
It's just such a big blah.

In school, teachers are calling me soft and think I can have a meltdown any moment.
Which I totally don't get,
How does someone comes to the conclusion that I'm soft when I only see him once a week?
And since when do I have to fake a smile to show that I'm not sad.
Can't I be sad and depressed looking all the time.

I wonder why I have to behave a certain way before people think I'm normal.

Do I have to be forceful and rugged before someone accepts me?
Who gives a shit.

Tchau fer now