With those critical eyes
The hatred you posess
Can not be discuised
The words you shout
The things you do
Give me scars
And make me hate you
You give me a phobia
To try and fail
For if I do
On me you'll wail
You make me scared
To tell of dreams
You degrade me for them
Lowered self-esteem
Why can't you build me up
Instead of tearing me down
You're leading me to the edge
As you sport your crown
Change directions
Do not wait
Please stop killing me
Before it's too late