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