On Probation
I don't know whether to be angry or not.
Why they have to watch me like a hawk.
Why can't they just give me a little bit of trust?
That's really all I ask.
Why can't they back off?
Give me some room and some space.
To forget about the past, make it all erase.
Why do they think I'll do something behind their back?
Haven't I proven myself enough?
I wonder when they'll ever stop.
I just can't take it anymore,
I'm all fed up.
I'm suffocating from all this pressure.
Being watched in every little thing I do.
Why do they expect so much form me?
That I have to act like someone I don't want to be.
It's hurting me deeply,
Because I'm doing my best to change.
But still they treat me this way.
I mean why can't they just leave me alone.
And for once be on my own.
But being treated this way,
Makes me feel like a bad girl.
They never let me have any freedom.
It's always what they say that goes.
That I can't even pick out my own clothes.
I hate being treated like this,
Especially when people see,
And that's what gets me really pist.
They're always mad about something
Because I can't measure up to their rules.
It's always like; you'll be this and that.
I think they just need to relax
And stop worrying about me so much.
All they need is to chill,
And I'm counting the days until…
They let me loose and set me free.