Random Rambles - Poems

#40

This is what makes me want to move out quicker.

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Mom I made it to 3k

Mom I made a speaker

Mom I made 5000

Mom I made it to degree

Mom

Stop telling me I'm a great dissapointment.

I get the most creative ideas at 3a.m.

You're telling me to go to sleep at 10?

I can build things with my own hands

You're telling me to use them at a restaurant for 5 an hour?

I can help somebody else with my share of His blessings

You're telling me to stop buying people meals?

I can be so much more

You're telling me to be a proper girl and milk cows?

Mom

I don't like asking for allowances and I barely do

I don't like asking for your help and I barely do

I don't like it when you distrust me

I don't like it when you don't support me for who I am

I aspire to be like Iron Man and build robots

I want to become a professional e-sports player

I hope to serve Him in the days to come with all my strength and will

Why do you choose to stop me?

Mom I made those top-selling drones

Mom I made it to TI

Mom I made it to heaven

Mom I made it

I made it mom

And those are just some of the things

You'll never get to hear from me

Nor will I ever hear myself say

If you choose to not support me

the way your unique child is.

Thanks for pushing me to my lowest.

Everybody either fully supports or fully objects what I do

There's this anger in me that wants to roar

So that it will silence all those who are against me

Stop treating me like a less than average piece of trash.

Thanks for making me feel that way, mother.

I love you.