Dirtbags, Detention-rats and all other forms of unappreciative of teenagers.

This thing was made in, uhm, less than 7 minutes. Spur of the moment kind of thing. Excuse the R13 language, and don't even attempt to interpret anything.

I’m not a fcking math genius

And neither are you

So I cant see why you torment me

For things even you cant do

I just try to be happy

But that wont happen here

This isn’t my home,

Its just a house

With furniture,

Four people who are sadly related

And the devil…or a house maid?

I really cant tell the difference.

I wanna move out

I want to move out.

To where people stop highlighting

Every little mistake

Thinking you purposely did

Just to irritate

But no

The world doesn’t revolve around you

So shut up.

You use me as a token

For your bragging rights

To feed your god damn ego

To parade around and brag

I can’t believe we’re related

I hate this house.

I’m your black sheep

The problem child

The one who can’t seem to do anything right

You try to love me

You fail miserably

I’m a stain to your god damn genealogy

I got a bucket full of flaws

I wonder where I got them

When you two are so perfect

Perhaps I’m adopted

Maybe I’m adopted

I wish I were adopted

Because if I were adopted

Then it would all make sense

Because I hate you all