Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations

Parents Living Vicariously

You're yelling and screaming and calling my name

and all that I say is a sin.

You're pulling and pushing like fans of the fame

I acquire when I fight with them.

I put my hands to my ears and face to my knees 

when your outbursts anger me but...

What you do more than everything else is lose me

so why bother argue, I'm shit out of luck.

I sew my eyes shut and shut my eyes so

there's no reason to cry when I'm down.

You were supposed to be my refuge, my smile, I know,

but instead you turn smiles to frowns.

So parents, they don't know much anyways

no one can make you for you.

We do it ourselves and pave our own ways

so they can stop trying to choose. 

It took me a while, but now looking back

I understand that they never knew why.

They tried to help, but they'll always lack

the privilege to know my own mind.