I 'm afraid I have to say you're the one to blame for the monster in me.
My inner child speaks freely:
Perhaps, I'm a sensitive girl who doesn't know how to express herself
& that is why anything you say ticks me off.
I'm a walking grenade in this house.
So, don't push me!
I have plenty of reasons to walk around with a chip on my shoulder.
You guys embarrass me and it's sad that in my future, I don't see any of you.
I don't consider myself a very intellectual individual but next to you guys, I'm a genius.
I don't know why do I bother helping you slobs. I feel sorry at the fact of how ignorant you guys are. Everything you represent disgust me and I can't wait in till I put an end to my kindness.
. . . why do I even bother