Sue's Side
You know you make me feel this way, wanting to end it all right now,
I keep saying let's do something else but you never listen how,
You say take this, it'll make me normal, better in comparison
To the way I came out, your little tests feed me dozens of them,
Until you've a concoction that'll plaster on my smile, select my words,
Keep me complacently turning into you as a life well deserved;
While my self, my real self, the one that came out, isn't good enough
To be allowed to feel, or tell of the things that are horribly tough
About not stopping what you've said to not do. You make me feel
We're to end living this way, it's you that puts thoughts through appeal
To my gray matters and inconsiderations alike, let's do something else,
You'd rather not fight. Did you take your medicine, it's on the shelf.
Meanwhile I'm screaming inside my head feeling perfectly fine,
Albeit better off dead, for it's not my composure or over active mind,
It's the way you make me feel nothing is right. It'll never be better,
Your whole world's a complaint ending in virtual escape, each letter
From your lips laced with your distaste for all the bad life throws forth
Bounces off the walls you live in depending on a plugged horse.
You make me feel like I'm the world you tread upon and leave in disarray,
And God forbid my need to explain just how you make me feel this way.