Better days

In my room sitting in silence 
Wondering why the fuck I'm even trying 
Crying for better days 
But they never seem to come 
My mother is so ashamed and she doesn't even hide it But she's never been polite 
At least im not her favourite 
Cause I don't need anymore pressure on me 
Can't be mrs perfect how can I when I got crooked teeth 
I'm praying for better days and if not  the pills in my kitchen will be empty.