why

why come in my room to talk to me?
only to put me down
to make me feel like im not good enough
i do everything right
you don’t have to make me feel shitty because you hate the way you grew up
you tell me im lucky for how nice you are to me
you also tell me that im a failure because i stay up late doing the homework i can barely do
im not doing this for you
so why critique me on the essence of my work when its not for you
it does not concern you
the reason im so tired isn’t because i waste my life away on the internet
its because you psychologically drain me
what is this lie I’ve concocted
of course this is for you
what else would it be for
i don’t even live for myself anymore
why the fuck am i still here