Everything keeps getting worse
The terror at home, the dread at school
I mustn't count on much support,
I'm still locked out; it's up to me,
how to face the teasing and the pain
Hate, one thing we have in common
Play your game
Beat me, hurt me
A physical release from mental pain
Don't make me explode in your way
This is a chain of torture,
a line of pain,
no other way to show how you feel
This is the rebel in her, the torment from him,
the absence of help, the mother's care