A freak of nature, a work of the devil

I was unique, notion she refused to revel.

By no other means would I express this hatred,

But to receive high education, a practice most sacred.

"I think your daughter is having some trouble,

The work I receive is garbage; it's roubble."

There was no other solution that came to mind

But to be searched in brainwaves where problems could hide.

That day has scarred me eight years in counting

Thanks to that test, self-hatred was mounting

Why would you do this? I don't understand

Why am I target of ceaseless reprimand.

Is it too much to ask to not be sadistic,

Do you check off the task to make me ballistic?

You call yourself Christian, who knows all the readings,

I must have missed the abasement teachings.

Those without sin, may throw the first stone,

Time's up bitch, get off your throne.

This is America, the land of the free,

Who I choose to be is only up to me.

You can push and pull but I'll never change

Maybe you need the test, you're completely deranged

At nine my frontal lobe had yet to fully form,

How dare you alter my will to perform.

Because of you I st-st-stammer

Out of frustration I have created much clamor.

Thank you so much for making me struggle,

I suffered too much but don't you trouble.

The work I do is no longer roubble.