Parents

Why are we tormented?
Of every pain we face
There is nothing so terrifying
As that of you parents.

We go through our lives wishing to please them,
Hoping against everything that our actions are perfect for them.
My entire life was solely focused on my parents,
Trying to be the best child, one who they would be proud of.

But now, a midst all this torture,
My greatest enemy are not my teachers,
It is my parents.

Every day I am hounded for answers, I am yelled at for messing up and screamed at for not knowing.
When I stand up for myself I am told to sit back down;
Yet when I stay in my seat I am told to get my ass in gear.

These people are our parents!
Raised us since birth
As their own flesh and blood.

Telling us, since we were children,
To live our lives and be whoever we want to be.

Yet when push comes to shove,
They stop our independence cold,
Shove expectations down our throats
And tell us how to live our lives!

When all we ask for is to be our own person, Our own damn person.
Our own person with unshattered dreams,
unbroken hopes, found loves and
Everything that makes life worth living.

Why is this so much to ask?
Why must I conform to their standards?
Why can't I be me?
Why won't you let me be me?

A Note on the Curb

I am a fool, i am an idiot,
For thinking about you,
When i should be thinking about my future.
Yet, i cannot think of my future without you.
In my deep pit of darkness,
You were the only light to bring me up. You are the little thread at the bottom of Pandora's box,
That will see me through every evil i may come across.
And now, as our paths diverge
I wish you the best.
Where I do not see the future, the past appears,
And it is a long slippery slope
Of pain and torture.
Until you hop across my path again.