Freedom

The past is important because is is suppose to help you grow 
But how am i suppose to if every wrong thing i do you bring it up
Then when i cry you tell me to suck it up
Because when you show emotion you are weak
Then when i think i am hard you remind me i will never be as hard as the concerte 
But even the concrete breakes
So for goodness sakes 
Don't tell me what i am suppose to do because i am not a child any more
You can't just give me freedom then inslave me mentally 
Then punish me when i am deifant like i have no say about what i wanna be
Yes i understand that you have more experience and guidence 
But am i wrong for wanting to make my own mistakes or live
Just for the drive just for the thrills
You taught me the difference between right and wrong
Plus everything i know
Yet you dont trust me
But my only questuestion to you is how will i grow on my own
If you never took the first step and made the decison to let me go
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Akter  Avatar
May 21, 2014 at 4:46 PM
Good
Jones Avatar
December 16, 2014 at 11:06 AM
Thank You :) , Have a blessed day
Ink-U-Script Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 11:56 AM
I truly know where you're coming from with your thoughts of how you feel...parents will be parents though. You won't understand it all until you become one I suppose..excellent write!!!
Jones Avatar
March 26, 2014 at 11:00 PM
THANKS . And yeah i suppose that is the only way to truly understand is if you are in their shoes.
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