Trust

C'mon! U have to trust me...
I am not a bad gal who drinks, smokes, clubs or have any vices den why are u doing tis to me? Why can't juz let me breathe...
It's juz so suffocating...
It hurts tat I have to listen to all ur nonsense...
Why do u oways suspect me for little thing I do?
C'mon! Let me grow...
How long are u going to hold me like tis?

I juz hate tis man!
Tell me,wat did I do for u not to trust me?
What is tat I do that u have to suspect every movement...
Is it wrong to volunteer?
If all this is not enuff, den wat do u want me to do?
I gt hme str frm work...
den wat the Fark do u want me to do to prove i'm an angel?
Why the fark do u even let me work?
might as well make me quit the job & i shall stay hme locked up...
wont tat be good?
if tis is nt gd enuff, i shall cut all ties in tis world and be under ur nose...
I think tat's a brilliant idea...
really... I dont know wat else u want from me...
I guess my life...