For My Family

I've tried to see your side of this
but your side is growing thin.
Sharing your love with everyone
and yet I'm still not in it.
I've tried to tell you my story
but you just laugh like a critic.
I want you to see my future
but I know you'll be there frowning.
I do all these things for you
and I'm still not happy.
Do I make you proud?
You laugh at me,
am I funny?
My future has been in everyone else's hands;
when is my turn?
Tell me, when is it my turn?
I'm screaming into your ear,
vibrating your soul.
But yet it goes through the other
like a vacant tunnel.
Do I make you proud?
I'm singing you my song.
Have I made you happy?
Are you ready for my future?
I've yet to see you in it.
In my happiness,
if I have any of that.
You want me to be different
yet you shut down my dreams
my ideas and yearnings, they're all crap
to you, to both of you, all of you.
I hear the voices crying,
harmonizing with my pleads
I look over my shoulder and I see me.
I can't believe it.
My wrists are clean;
I have yet to face this trouble.
Can you tell me you're proud
of what I've done and what I plan to do?
Can you tell me you want me around?
That you love me and it's true?
I guess not, I guess not.
Do I make you proud?
Do I make you happy?
I sang you my song but you don't listen to me.
My wrists are ruined my hands are dirty.
I don't want you in my life anymore.
Excuse me, while I wash my hands.