Are you proud?

Hey howre you doing,
Yeah it's been a bad night again,
Been sat alone with my sins,
Sitting and thinking about,
All the things that I could have been.

A child of divorce, 
Yeah all I do is sleep in,
With no chance of escape,
I hate this,
And I feel shit,
Everytime that you're on my concience.

You were meant to love me like no other,
Yet my friend now he's my brother,
Been fucked around and I don't know,
If I've even got space left to grow now.

You abandoned my heart do you feel proud,
When I'm building my life and you're not around,
To see me develop; I'm not your son now,
All I can do is collapse to the ground,
Are you still proud?

This feeling you left draws like a knife,
I look at my life and it's rife,
With impossibilities and I make time,
To develop my mind; it's not a crime,

To put in the time, 
And to think of a rhyme, 
That gets through to you,
And no matter what I do, 
I'll still be bleeding the truth, 
When you look at me through,
Your rose tinted goggles,
Am I the same person to you?