The Manipulaters

To hide your joys, From the people we call parents, Because the only thing they do, Is play with us like toys. They manipulate us, And make us feel very shitty, They tell us we're wrong, And that we need to stop being bitchy. We cry too much for those manipulaters, The people who love us, Only when they're not being haters, When will this suffering finally end, The only time that I wouldn't have to pretend.