Hot Box Apartment

When I called you to tell you that i was donating my kidney to my mother, you made fun of me.
do you understand how that could be painful?
I cried on my lunch break cause it hurt me so bad.
I didnt feel like coming home that night.
God i hate the way you look at me.
And i may not get a response out of you, but my goal is to stand up for myself.
so go a head and purchase your perscription drugs over the internet.
watch your waist shrink, ill even pretend i notice.
and leave those nasty sticky rings from your mixed-drinks on the counter
paint your nails, cut your hair
burn everything you cook.
oversleep seven days a week.
get rid of the cat cause your "against pets"
convince your self your "religious now"
go ahead, discover your self.
re-invent your self.
Im not blaming you for any of that.
your still letting anonymous people hurt your feelings, and thats one thing i know you will never get over.
I dont agree with a single word you say, but at least I wont walk all over you for it.
I grew up so fast.....now this.
this is my life?
you need to loose something inportant.
you need to be let down.
slowly but surely.