WThat Lady next 2 ma doorSaid I'm a frustraded, growing teenagerShe asked me if I haveAny emotional problemsAnd if am ITrying to be rebelI'm sorry dear lafyIt's the way I am U don't like me ?Then just fuck off !She said that my rudenessIs making her heart beat stop!U say it's not realBut U don't know me at allHow came I'm so fake to you ?Without your pressure I'd be different !I'm tired of messing wid' that guyGod he is so hardI'll never get to know himCoz he's not the one that rly caresI went to the doctorHe said I'm mental sickI went to my grandmaShe saidChild give me a breakSo I sat there just aloneAnd told myselfHey U be proud coz urDifferent than everybody elseU say it's not realBut U don't know me at allHow came I'm so fake to you ?Without your pressure I'd be different !