To make my own decisions,
To push my life in to the course I want,
Is bad, very bad indeed.

So they say.

My decisions are stupid,
Irrational.
I'm wrong.
To feel this way is sick,
Unhealthy.
I'm stupid,
I've made stupid decisions.

So they say.

I'm lazy.
I sleep.
The world's too unbearable to stay awake,
All the time.
I'll stay under the covers until my head hurts,
and my body's sore,
and I can't sleep anymore.

No one sees what it does to me.
I'm a typical lazy teenager,
Who doesn't know what she wants.
And I'm stupid for thinking I do.

So they say.