Do you love me at all? Can you look at me for once and not see all my imperfections and just see me for me? Why do you keep repeating those lies to me?

You're telling me to grow up, but how can I, when you keep me in chains? You're telling me to mature and grow up, but can you see how hard it is for me to be tied up in a suit every single day? 

You look at me and all you see are my imperfections and flaws. Can you just be content with what you have already instead of wishing for more? If you can't stand the sight of me, than why did you choose me? 

You torment me with your words of wisdom. Everything I'm forced to do is for the best. I feel like a puppet being controlled by you. 

You taught me to be happy in life, you have to be one hundred percent perfect. I feel like a robot, a machine. 

You smashed my dreams and now you expect me to have a goal in life? You crushed my hope and you want me to have a passion? How can I? Why are you torturing me like this, inside and out?

You taught me that there are no such thing as a dream. No such thing as a hope. 

Can you feel my embarrassment and shame whenever you make false and exaggerated accusations about me? Stop trashing me when other people see lowly of me, because you're the one who made me seem like some desperate tramp. I am not desperate. 

Call me slow, but can't you see that I'm just tired of moving so fast all these years? Maybe it's time for you to change the gears in me, because after all, I'm just a robot to you.

With you, words are forbidden to say aloud. Words of complaint, of hope, of fear, of excitement. All forbidden.

You made me, me, but you're always so discontent with who I am. I became like this because of you, not me. You're always trying to push the blame onto me, even when you're, obviously, wrong. But I don't utter a word in my own defense. Because words are forbidden.  

But, there are two things you can't blame me for. If I live, blame yourself. If I die, blame yourself. You cannot blame me for these two things.

When I am lying in my own pool of blood, forbidden to cross the line of heaven or hell because of committing the greatest sin of taking one's own life, blame yourself. Because you cannot, you can never, blame me for wanting to be free from pain.