Place For My Head

I want to be in another place/I hate when you say you don't understand/I want to be in the energy/Not with the enemy/A place for my head/You tried to take the best of me/Go away/


I hate that my mom doesn't see me as a person. To her I am just a replica of herself and I can't seem to break out of that mold. She sits me down and tells me what she expects out of me and what I am supposed and not supposed to do. I tell her that I know of all of these things already and I am sure that I expect more out of myself than she expects out of me. She says she has to remember I am not her. Well duh. Whatever...frustration